The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

She reaches up and pulls my face to her and kisses me, her soft lips on mine. I don't want her to stop kissing me. As long as she is, then everything is fine. Everything is right, I would stay in this room forever if I could. The world can pass by without me, without us. Just as long as we can stay here, together, in each other's arms.

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

I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

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.

Red Bull is for pussies!

That ugly freak has spent so much time in my head, I should be charging him rent." -Four