I Hate The Rich Snots Here With

No Reason To Be Angry. Anger Just Distracts From The All-encompassing Sadness.

I Smiled. She Smiled. I Believed The Smile.

And Okay, Fair Enough, But There Is This Unwritten Contract Between Author And Reader And I Think Not Ending Your Book Kind Of Violates That Contract.

It Just Goes To Show, If You Try To Ruin Someone's Life, It Only Gets Better. You Just Don't Get To Be A Part Of It.

We're Invisible. I've Never Been Here With Someone Else. It's Different Being Invisible With Someone.