Each Time I Wake,i Think, At Last,

He Became My Confidante, Someone With Whom I Could Share Thoughts I Could Never Voice...in Exchange, He Trusted Me With His.

Crying Is Not An Option.

The Cat That Prim Got Hates Me, I Think Partly Because I Tried To Drown It.

It Starts At Midnight.

My Words Hang In The Air. I Look To The Screen, Hoping To See Them Recording Some Wave Of Reconciliation Going Through The Crowd. Instead I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.