The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me

Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it. Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.

Girls are impossible to satisfy." "Not every girl." Not me. I'd be happy if he'd just like me a little.

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Losing It Some days I think I'm losing my mind. What seems so clear most of the time becomes a big question mark. Am I really the way I percieve myself, or is the person others see the truth of me? I wait for answers, but inside I know I have to go out and find them. And answers like knowledge, are not always where we first look for them.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.