Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.

I Almost Took The Door Off The Car

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?

No One Dressed By Me Ever Looks Like An Idiot.

It's Like Pain, This Pleasure.