This Is What Hatred Is.

It's Amazing How Words Can Do That, Just Shred Your Insides Apart. Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Can Never Hurt Me - Such Bullshit.

For A Second, I Feel A Sense Of Overwhelming Grief: For How Things Change, For The Fact That We Can Never Go Back. I'm Not Certain Of Anything Anymore. I Don't Know What Will Happen--

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

Mistake, Mistake, Mistake. A Strange Word: Stinging, Somehow.

But If You Do Believe, Then You Already Know All About Magic.