Stupid How The Mind Will Try To

Maybe This Is The Secret To Talking To Boys--maybe You Just Have To Be Angry All The Time.

The Rules Of Panic Are Simple. Anyone Can Enter. But Only One Person Will Win.

Some Things Are Better Left Buried And Forgotten.

...and Once At Hana's House, When We Stole Some Blackberry Liqueur From Her Parents' Liquor Cabinet And Drank Until The Ceiling Started Spinning Overhead. Hana Was Laughing And Giggling, But I Didn't Like It, Didn't Like The Sweet Sick Taste In My Mouth Or The Way My Thoughts Seemed To Break Apart Like A Mist In The Sun.

Maybe All Of These Different Possibilities Exist At The Same Time, Like Each Moment We Live Has A Thousand Other Moments Layered Underneath It That Look Different.