I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

“…* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pi…”

“I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I li…”

“There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying.…”

“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it--from "Elm", written 19 April 19…”