Be who you are not what is expected or wanted by others.

The sight of beauty inspiers lust. Lust forms into want. From want emerges paaion. Passion calls to need. And need...need draws up love.

No one will find me. I'm lost to this world and every other. I can't be pulled up if I'm not there for them to pull up. I can't be saved if there's nothing left to save.

You can't live if the heart is dead.

Know. Life has a way of surprising you. It also has a way of ripping you apart.

The glass felt cold, dead, like he wanted to be.

With broken sob, he fell to the floor among the broken pieces of the mirror.

I've sunk. I'm gone. I'm drounding so fast, no one will save me. Everytime I go to scream, my lungs fill with water and I choke. Again and agaim, I try, but to no anvil.

I wish I could hold on to this. I wish I could be happy and smiling for real, like I am with him.

My world is crumbling around me, all because I found something good and I don't want to give it up.