Because What's The Point Of Something Virtual

The Older I Get, The More I Lose My Ability To Breathe.

We Gather The Things We Learned, And They Don't Nearly Add Up To Fill The Space Of A Life. You Will Miss The Taste Of Froot Loops. You Will Miss The Sound Of Traffic. You Will Miss Your Back Against His. You Will Miss Him Stealing The Sheets. Do Not Ignore These Things.

I Want To Talk To You And Be Random With You And Be Ridiculous With You.

If I Lose It Now, I Will Lose You, Too. I Know That. I Hate It.

I Preferred To Hang Out With The Dead, Dying, Or Desperate Books - Used We Call Them, In A Way That We'd Never Call A Person, Unless We Meant It Cruelly