I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Smell is the voice of the soul.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna