I Had A Tumor. But It Was

Is There Some Lesson On How To Be Friends? I Think What It Means Is That Central To Living A Life That Is Good Is A Life That's Forgiving. We're Creatures Of Contact Regardless Of Whether We Kiss Or We Wound. Still, We Must Come Together. Though It May Spell Destruction, We Still Ask For More-- Since It Beats Staying Dry But So Lonely On Shore. So We Make Ourselves Open While Knowing Full Well It's Essentially Saying "please, Come Pierce My Shell.

I Have So Little Control Over The Act Of Writing That It's All I Can Do To Remain Conscious.

Altruism Is Innate, But It's Not Instinctual. Everybody's Wired For It, But A Switch Has To Be Flipped.

I Am Going To The Bad Place, As Is My Wont.

Simplicity, It Seems, Has Always Been Wasted On Those Who Simply Cannot Appreciate It