I Want One Thing I Can Point

I Wish I Could Say I Write 9-5. It's Usually More Like 8-6, Every Day But The Weekends.

Memories Of Ice And Trent Surfaced, And I Wrapped My Arms Around My Middle. I Had Saved Him, And He Had Saved Me. What Was Wrong With Us?

Piscary Killed People, But He Didn’t Have The Concept Of Pity Or Remorse. It Would Be Like Telling A Shark He Was A Bad Fish And To Stop Eating People. But Trent? He Knew He Was Doing Wrong, And He Did It Anyway.

I Do So Like All-encompassing Words. Verb, Adjective, Noun. Yes, You Are Shitted.

Being Poor Is Not An Indication Of Potential Or Worth. It’s A Lack Of Resources.