Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids
But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.
This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.
Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.
Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.
I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.