There's no difference between night and day when you give control of your mind away.

From the time we open our lives, from that time until we die, all our time gets taken from us and gets turned into a lie.

It makes me even sicker, when I hear somebody say, "oh, there's nothing I can do, to make any of this go away!"

I know a certain girl. She is a pretty girl with a pretty name and a pretty voice. She is thin and has brown hair and if you want to know what her voice sounds like think of the sound the wind makes in the trees. She is polite and she smiles gently if our eyes meet.

I've never kissed this girl, but once I had a dream about it. Secretly I think she wouldn't ever like me, but when we talk, my breath still catches and I drop things.

Daggermouth.

Okay, I am back. Sorry.

I have a really good reason for not posting in so long.

"That sucks."
"Yeah -"
"Don't worry about it."
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"He's a dick anyway."
"I guess."
"No, really. Don't be upset."
"Okay."
"Um."
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"I think you're a really interesting and attractive person."
"Oh."
"Just seemed like a good time to tell you."