I'm Not Like A Car You Can

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

Could I Betray My Absent Heart To Save My Pathetic Life?

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.