Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?
Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?
How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.
I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.
Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.
I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.