And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.

Once ...Why ...lie? ...when ...truth is ...the easier path

I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him.

Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings

I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies