When Your Existence Is Hell, Death Must

I Don't Think We Get A Choice In Who We Fall For," Ian Whispers. "i Think We Just Do.

People Changed. Even The People You Thought You Knew As Well As You Knew Yourself.

I Pointed To The Wound. "it's Missing," I Said. My Grandmother Smiled, And That Was All It Took For Me To Stop Seeing The Scar, And To Recognize Her Again. "yes," She Said. "but See How Much Of Me Is Left?

Religion Was Supposed To Be A Blanket Drawn Up To Your Chin To Keep You Warm, A Promise That When It Came To The End, You Wouldn't Die Alone - But It Could Just As Easily Leave You Shivering Out In The Cold, If What You Believed Became More Important Than The Fact That You Believed.

Like A Missing Tooth, Sometimes An Absence Is More Noticeable Than A Presence.