Today Is The First And

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

Don't Be Self-conscious, If I Could Dream At All, It Would Be About You. And I'm Not Ashamed Of It.

My Skin Burns Where It Meets His. It Feels Better Than Good, But It Sets Off A Strange Aching In My Chest.

For One Half Second, I Wondered What It Would Feel Like To Put My Hand In The Fire. What It Would Feel Like When I Burned.