Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

Some poeple just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.

I was always a good student, but I didn't read that much until I was 18 and I was working my way through college.