It's Easier To Come Up With New

I Know You Think That I Have Some Kind Of Perfect, Unyielding Self-control, But That's Not Actually The Case. - Edward Cullen

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

The Thing People Don't Realize, God Bless Them, Is That My Books Are Supposed To Suck.

I Just Know I'm Too Much Of A Wuss For Stephen King's Books. I'm Way Too Chicken To Read Horror.

Thank You, Wanda. My Sister. I Will Never Forget You. Be Happy, Mel. Enjoy It All. Appreciate It For Me.