I don't think that I've found a more arduous task than trying to find soft, comforting pillow, in a cloud that I'll fall through anyway. The cloud just looks like such a nice fluff to come home to, and the one I've been sleeping on just do…

It might make me terrible, but you wouldn't dare guess how many times I hoped that I wouldn't need to know when you spend time with her. I'm fine without knowing that you mended her wounds when she was a klutz, and she thought you were so …

I wonder if painters ever make one big, splotchy mistake in the center of the canvas due to a lack of planning. If so, where do they go from there? I suppose one could simply get a whole new canvas, free of remarks and smudges of thought. …

It's such a shame that all I have to express the sentiment of endings are words. I could get you an EKG so that maybe you could have heard how my heart used to leap whenever I saw you, and how it sank when I then saw her attatched. If I ha…

I don't think I really have anything left to say to you anymore. I just can't go on like you do preteding as though there was never anything wrong. I am not a pity case, nor do I need anymore of yours. You've made your choice to stop carin…

I'm halfway sorry that I ever laid eyes on you in the first place. I wonder who I would have been had I not have. A whole chunk of who I am would be filled with this mysterious substance and while I try not to care for what it might have b…

While I'm trepidatious to say that I feel better, I sort of feel better. I can't say that it's that one feeling of when you go to a furniture store and you find the perfect pillow. No hug can truly match the relief of that one. I know that…