Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn't belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?