And then the screaming begins.
I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.
I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.
Don't confuse your grief with guilt.
I used to think about giving my life up for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me
And I provide much- needed eye candy.