I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
I imagine this is what it feels like to fall apart.
I do know that I don't want to wake him.
We were up very late last night.
I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.
In my very limited experience I've already found that people seeking power are not to be trusted.
You have to deal with who you are and you have to figure out how to live with it.
How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then casual all in one lifetime.
Comamandering is not a word.
It has letters, doesn't it? Sounds like a word to me.