Love Is Tied To Truth. I Think

It Felt Good To Be Surrounded By Books, By All This Solid Knowledge, By These Objects That Could Be Ripped Page By Page But Couldn't Be Torn If The Pages All Held Together.

What I Learned The Well-documented Difference Between Alone And Lonely The Comfort Of Knowing

Instead I Head To The Computer And It's Like I Turn Into A Little Girl Who's Just Seen Her First Rainbow. I Get All Giddy And Nervous And Hopeful And Despairing And I Tell Myself Not To Look Obsessively At My Buddy List, But It Might As Well Be Projected Onto The Insides Of My Eyelids. At 8:05 His Name Pops Up, And I Start To Count. I Only Get To Twelve Before His Im Pops Up.

... I Love Books About Freaks," Because I Am One. You Might Be, Too. Let's Be Freaks Together?

Love Is Tied To Truth. I Think Of Them As Unhappily Conjoined Twins.