Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Give me strength, not to be better than my enemies, but to defeat my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself. Give me strength for a straight back and clear eyes, so when life fades, as the setting sun, my spirit may come to you without shame.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

And, as Stevie Rae would have said, Kalona was as wrong as manboobs.

Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.

I laugh, and it was amazing! I swear I could see my laughter floating around me like puffy things you blow off a dandelion, only instead of being white it was birthday-cake-frosting-blue. wow! Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun? I wonder if this was what it was like to be high.