It Is A Gift. You Cannot Earn

That's Why You Like Me!' I Exclaim. 'because You're Not Nice Either! It Makes So Much More Sense Now.' 'come On,' He Says. 'we're Going To See Johanna.' 'i Like You, Too.' 'that's Encouraging,' He Replies Flatly. 'come On. Oh For God's Sake. I'll Just Carry You.

In Order To Have Peace, We Must First Have Trust.

Nothing Else Is All Right.” His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. “but We Are.

Don't Confuse Your Grief With Guilt.

I Keep Finding Myself Stifled By The Company Of Others And Then Crippled By Loneliness When I Leave Them. I Am Terrified And I Don't Even Know Of What, Because I Have Lost Everything Already.