I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.

It Must Be A Hard Thing, To Be A Father; Living In Fear That Your Daughter Would Meet A Boy She Liked, But Also Having To Worry If She Didn't.

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me.

Why Didn't I Just Walk Away? Oh Right, Because I'm A Idiot.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.