You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

But rules only work when everyone plays by them. What happens when someone doesn't, and the fallout bleeds right into his life? Whats stronger- the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?