Nature Is Neutral. Nature Doesn't Care How

It Was Him Or Me. I Chose Me. But I Feel Dead Too.

I Don't Have A Bullet In My Head, Do I? So I'm Fine.

I Choose Him Over And Over Again, And He Chooses Me.

What Do You Think They're Going To Do To Us When They Find Us Guilty?" She Says After A Few Minutes Of Silence Have Passed. "honestly?" "does Now Seem Like The Time For Honesty?" I Look At Her From The Corner Of My Eye. "i Think They're Going To Force Us To Eat Lots Of Cake And Then Take An Unreasonably Long Nap.

I Have Discovered That Sitting Still Leaves Little Spaces For The Grief To Get In, So I Stay Busy.