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

hindsight is gained through experience

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

I do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.

I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?

Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.