Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.

If there was one thing worse than being cheated, it was being cheated by someone who referred to themselves in the third person.

Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever.

But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.

Real life is a story, too, only much more complicated. It’s still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same rules, you know. . . It’s just that there are more of them. Everyone has chapters and cliffhangers. Everyone has their journey to make. Some go far and wide and come back empty-handed; some don’t go anywhere and their journey makes them richest of all. Some tales have a moral and some don’t make any sense. Some will make you laugh, others make you cry. The world is a library, young Poison, and you’ll never get to read the same book twice.

Don't confuse contentment with happiness.

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.