If Sinners Where So Unhappy, Why Would

I'm Always Looking For Something New And Interesting To Say. And It Can't Be Something I'm Directly Experiencing.

I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of Sweden, But He Didn't Seem To Feel The Chill.

Whenever She Thought She Could Not Feel More Alone, The Universe Peeled Back Another Layer Of Darkness.

What Is Real Is Always Worth It.

Isn't It Funny.i'm Enjoying My Hatred So Much More Than I Ever Enjoyed Love. Love Is Temperamental. Tiring. It Makes Demands. Love Uses You, Changes Its Mind. But Hatred, Now, That's Something You Can Use. Sculpt. Wield. It's Hard, Or Soft, However You Need It. Love Humiliates You, But Hatred Cradles You.