Closing My Eyes Doesn't Help. Fire Burns

The Cat That Prim Got Hates Me, I Think Partly Because I Tried To Drown It.

I Guess There Isn’t A Rule Book For What Might Be Unacceptable To Do To Another Human Being.

Sometimes, When I Clean A Kill, I Feed Buttercup The Entrails. He Has Stopped Hissing At Me. Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.

I'm Running On Hate. When The Energy From That Ebbs I'll Be Worthless.

Hope, It Is The Only Thing Stronger Than Fear. A Little Hope Is Effective, A Lot Of Hope Is Dangerous.