The Weak Are Cruel. The Strong Have

I Love Fairy Tales And Feel Very Affected By Them.

It Was As Though I Had One Map Inside My Head And It Led To The Man Who Was Waiting For Me. Someone Who Was Alone - Maybe Even More Alone - Than I Was.

I Loved Him Even Now, As He Took A Knife To My Throat, As I Drowned In Blood, As I Whispered "cousin, You Were Wrong. We Were Born To Live.

You Are Only Worthy Of What You Prove Yourself To Be.

The More You Feel, The Stronger You Are.