Author Maisey Yates gives us a glimpse into her teen days with tales of her inclination to don black, black, and more black. I spent some time wading in those waters…lets just say my dad has made every funeral joke known to man. Of course, if a person had any emotional depth at all, they would understand that a teenage girl must BROOD. She must explore the darkest corners of her mind, contemplate her existence and the reasons boys are so unbelievably lame and confusing. When that is…