When I Told You I Didn't Want

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

The Thing People Don't Realize, God Bless Them, Is That My Books Are Supposed To Suck.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

I've Seen Little Pieces Of 'interview With A Vampire' When It Was On Tv, But I Kind Of Always Go Yuck! I Don't Watch R-rated Movies, So That Really Cuts Down On A Lot Of The Horror.

Of Course, Die For The Monster Spawn. It Was So Bella.