Everything Is Still Falling Apart.

I Write Because It's A Way Of Presenting Something Without Having To Be There.

Maybe This Is Why Misty Loved Him. Loved You. Because You Believed In Her So Much More Than She Did. You Expected More From Her Than She Did From Herself.

Sticks And Stones May Break Your Bones But Words Can Hurt Like Hell.

Demon Or Angel Or Evil Spirit, I Just Need Something To Show Itself. Ghoulie Or Ghosty Or Long-legged Beastie, I Just Want My Hand Held.

People Don't Listen, They Just Wait For Their Turn To Talk.