I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?