I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H

A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it's almost impossible for me to picture.

It’s ironic. At last I have my freedom. But at a price. Now my destiny is mine to choose. - Stanley aka Nine

You lie long enough and you start to get used to it.

I've been waiting a long to to meet you