So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

What?" I ask. "I'm developing a theory." "And it is?" She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.

I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.