I'm Weird. Everyone Says So.

Can You Hate Someone For What They Have Done, But Still Love Them For Whom They Had Been?

Even The Most Beautiful Things Can Be Toxic.

Fiction Comes In All Shapes And Sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We All Tell Them. Sometimes,because We Hope To Entertain. Sometimes,because We Need To Distract. And Sometimes, Because We Have To.

Take It From Me: Love Has All The Lasting Permanence Of A Rainbow- Beautiful While It's There, And Just As Likely To Have Disappeared By The Time You Blink.

It Takes Two People To Make A Lie Work: The Person Who Tells It, And The One Who Believes It.