Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
When did I stop being me?
At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.
I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.