Growing Up, Books Were My Lifeline, And

Life Only Has The Value A Person Gives It. If I Killed You Here And Now, Yours Would Be Worthless And No One Would Mourn You. Is That Really What You Want? (sin) I Don’t Own My Life. It Means Nothing To Me. (kish) Then It Means Nothing To Anyone. But If You Had Your Life Again, Would It Still Be Worthless? (sin)

(his Heart Clenched As She Made A Kissing Noise To Him Then Handed The Phone Back To Vane. Gods, How He Loved That Woman.) Ahh, Tally, Me Lub You Too. (vane) Shut Up, Crotch-sniffer. You’re Not Allowed To Make Lovey Noises At Me, Only My Honey Is. (talon)

Patience To The Spider

Inside Us All Are Pieces Of That Which Makes The Neagitve. Demons Are Neither Good Nor Bad. Like You, They Have Many Facets. It Is That Inner Essence, Or Drive, If You Will, That We All Have That Guides Us Through Our Lives. Sometimes Those Voices That Drive Us Are Whispered Memories That Live Deep Inside And Cause Us Such Pain That We Have No Choice Except To Let It Out And To Hurt Those Around Us. But At Other Times, The Voice Is Love And Compassion, And It Guides Us To A Gentler Place. In The End, We, Alone, Must Choose What Path To Walk. No One Can Help Us With It. (menyara)

But Life Isn’t About Learning To Forgive Those Who Have Hurt You Or Forgetting Your Past. It’s About Learning To Forgive Yourself For Being Human And Making Mistakes.