But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.