No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

Some people still think knowledge is power.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.