When I Turned Fifteen, I

Blood May Be Thicker Than Water, But Friendship Is Thicker Than Both.

Maybe The Truth Is, There's A Little Bit Of Loser In All Of Us. Being Happy Isn't Having Everything In Your Life Be Perfect. Maybe It's About Stringing Together All The Little Things.

How Is It That A Person Could Be So Relieved And So Disappointed, Both At The Same Time.

There Was A Moment In Between, A Moment Flung Free In The Midst Of The Transition, When He Made Contact. That Was The Moment She Would Dwell On.

I Killed Her Once And Died For Her Many Times