Jacob's Room Is The Place Entropy Goes

It Does'nt Matter Who Forgives You, If You're The One Who Can't Forget.

Justification Is A Remarkable Thing-takes All Those Solid Lines And Blurs Them, So That Honor Becomes As Supple As A Willow, And Ethics Burst Like Soap Bubbles.

There's Something Nice About Knowing That I'm Not The Only One Who Doesn't Quite Fit The Part.

What Is Right, In The End, Is Not Always What It Seems To Be, And Some Rules Are Better Broken.

When You Want Something So Desperately, You Shake With The Need For It. You Tell Yourself That You Don't Need More Than One Sip, Because It's Just The Taste You Crave, And Once It's On Your Tongue You Will Be Able To Make It Last Alifetime. You Dream Of It At Night. You See A Thousand Mile-high Obstacles Between Where You Stand And What You Want, And You Convince Yourself You Have The Power To Hurdle Them. You Tell Yourself This Even When, Leaping The First Block, You Wind Up Bruised And Bloodied And Flattened.