Writing Is A Dying Form. One Reads

The Right Boys I Always Toss And The Wrong Ones I Keep On Top Of Me Like Paperweights.

But I Must Admit I Miss You Terribly. The World Is Too Quiet Without You Nearby.

Blank Paper Has Always Inspired Me.

When You Say, "history Is Written By The Winners," You Like To Think About Someone Who Isn't You. You Want To Think, "oh, That's The Juggernaut I'm Standing Against." But You're Probably Part Of It.

How Wrong To Think I Was Anyone Else, Like Thinking Grass Stains Make You A Beautiful View, Like Getting Kissed Makes You Kissable, Like Feeling Warm Makes You Coffee, Like Liking Movies Makes You A Director. How Utterly Incorrect To Think It Any Other Way, A Box Of Crap Is Treasures, A Boy Smiling Means It, A Gentle Moment Is A Life Improved.