Fear Is A Weakness. It Makes A

Despite Popular Belief, Hitting Someone With A Closed Fist Actually Hurts The Hitter Almost As Much As The Hittee.

First Time It's A Stranger. Second Time Its Just A Coincidence. Third Time It's A Tail

Hey, Macey, Sorry To Drop In But Cammie Just Had To Be Alone With Me. You Know How She Gets.

I Don’t Understand Hate. I’ve Seen Its Power. I’ve Known Its Wrath. I’ve Even Felt It Coursing Through My Veins, Pushing Me On. But I Don’t Know Where It Comes From Or Why It Lasts, How It Can Take Hold In Some People And Grow.

Life Is Classified. There Is Always So Much That Goes Unsaid.