Thursday, January 24, 2008

I used to wonder sometimes exactly what makes her tick. What made her insanely brilliant mind cross over to the other side? Those strange expressionless eyes that held years and years of bottled up secrets? She tells no stories. Yet you always listen, dont you? You cannot help it. I never could.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

I had forgotten how easy it is to survive. Whats with all the crying and sobbing? Lock yourself outside.
You'll live.