But Love Is Different For Every Person.

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

I, However, Like Black. It Is A Color That Makes Me Comfortable And The Color With Which I Have The Most Experience. In The Darkest Darkness, All Is Black. In The Deepest Hole, All Is Black. In The Terror Of My Addicted Mind, All Is Black. In The Empty Periods Of My Lost Memory, All Is Black. I Like Black, Goddammit, And I Am Going To Give It Its Due.

The Greatest Rules Of Dramatic Writing Are Conflict, Conflict, Conflict.

The Feeling Of Arms Around Me, Of Love In My Heart, It Was More Powerful Than Any Of The Negativity I Knew Was Existing In The World For Me. That Feeling Of Love Killed It All.

But All Good Things Come To An End, Often A Sad Angry Miserable End. The Cause For Such An End Can Usually Be Whittled Down To One Of Three Things: Money, Sickness, Love Lost.