Am I supposed to cry now? I'm washed up on a shore. There isn't anything left for my emotions to eat at. Am I awake? As I stand in the middle of my room, digging my toenails into the carpet, I realize that this is all my mind. I am making up complicated situations for myself. Is this all that love is? Something that our minds builds up inside of ( Read more... )

I would probably say, "Yo" to God if I ever met him.

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