there are some goddamn things I'll never forgive my parents for.

Anyone left Everyone,
and went on his damn way.
Everyone was dying inside,
and she turned around and
hurt Herself.
No one tried to love her,
but even No One
couln't save her.

Just looked at my schedule for the next 20 years....

I have a feeling I won't be painting again,
until retirement...

My word, its never ending.
All I want is to write,
can the world rob me of
that too?

"Have you ever just wanted to throw yourself
into oncoming traffic when you see a
big truck about to speed by?"
she asked.

"Well, no.
I'm not ready to die,"
 he answered.


"That wasn't the question."

"What was the question?"

"Am I fucked up for thinking
something like that
 might feel good?"
she whispered.

"No."

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

"You don't think
my mind is fucked up?"

"I think your mind is beautiful."