A Year. We'd Known Each

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

Me? I Didn’t Believe In Hopeless.

Escape Plan Number Seventeen," I Told Her. "run Away And Open A Juice Stand In Fresno." "why Fresno?" "sounds Like The Kind Of Place People Drink A Lot Of Juice.

I’m Still Here, Still In Love With You, And Care About You More Than Any Other Guy Ever Will." -adrian-

None Of It Seems Real. Who Knows? Maybe It Isn’t. Maybe It’s Actually Happening To Someone Else. Maybe It’s Something I Imagined. Maybe Soon I’m Going To Wake Up And Find Everything Fixed With Lissa And Dimitri. We’ll All Be Together, And He’ll Be There To Smile And Hold Me And Tell Me Everything ‘s Going To Be Okay. Maybe All Of This Really Has Been A Dream. But I Don’t Think So.