People Are Like Ants: Just

I Love You. Remember. And Someday, I Will Find You Again.

Through Wind, And Tempest, Storm, And Rain; The Calm Shall Be Buried Inside Of Me; A Warm Stone, Heavy And Dry; The Root, The Source, A Weapon Against Pain

The Tunnels May Be Long, And Twisted, And Dark; But You Are Supposed To Go Through Them.

Don't Worry About What You're Writing Or Whether It's Good Or Even Whether It Makes Sense.

My Former People Were Not Totally Wrong. Love Is A Kind Of Possession. It’s A Poison. And If Alex No Longer Loves Me, I Can’t Bear To Think That He Might Love Somebody Else.