My cats scratch me a lot on the legs. Ironic, because I haven't had a cat for five years.

I'm like glass, I'm very fragile. But I've already been dropped and broken. I'm just going around picking up the pieces, till I've almost got them all and somebody comes around and knocks them out of my hand.

Have you ever put germ-X on a cut, then blown on it? It burns, but it also has a cool, crisp feeling, like when you drink cold water after chewing mint gum in the morning.

You know how I told you your FaceTimes saved me? I could've used one last night...

Funny thing is, I lied when I said it's okay...

Have you ever looked into your pupil, and saw the very blackness of it. Like the pitch black sky at 4 in the morning, when you are still up thinking and you look into the sky. Like the color of a demons, empty, but still has meaning. The darkest thing on you, and it comes from the very thing you see out of.

Swift, waking you, pulling you, waking you, pulling you, waking you, pulling you, till its done. You're gone. You're dead.  The pills, they worked. Through all the tears and pain, you did it, you died. And you celebrate, only to wake again, in a new hell.