Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.

Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.

I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.

'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?

Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong." I told him that he knows next to nothing about me & I know nothing about him. He jabbed at his eyes & jabbed at mine, as if that single gesture were ample explanation.

Act', implores the Ghost of Future Regret. 'I shan't give you another chance'. [and so Jacob does] 'Damned fool,' groans the Demon of Present Regret. 'What have you done?

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.