Every men wanted to be his friend and every woman wanted to be in his bed
We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year
I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis; It revolved around him.
When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.
You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.
Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.
How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?