When Your Existence Is Hell, Death Must

No, Honestly, My Mouth Shouldn't Be Able To Function Unless My Brain's Engaged.

Beliefs Are The Roads We Take To Our Dreams. Believe You Can Do Something-or Believe You Can't-and You'll Be Right Everytime.

Maybe The Reason I've Never Died In This Story Is That I've Never Had Something Worth Dying For Before.

My Grandmother Told Me That Her Father Used To Ask Her A Riddle: What Must You Break Apart In Order To Bring A Family Close Together? Bread, Of Course.

Maybe Knowing Where You Belong Is Not Equal To Knowing Who You Are.