Why Does Ian Think I Have To

Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?' 'you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?

Sometimes Ideas Feel Like They Were Already There, And That You're Just Discovering Them.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

So Eager For Eternal Damnation.

But On A Clear, Sunny Day? How Would She Know To Flee When She Couldn't See Any Place For Danger To Hide?