People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.