I`m Not A Morning Person.

There Comes A Point When You Either Embrace Who And What You Are, Or Condemn Yourself To Be Miserable All Your Days. Other People Will Try To Make You Miserable; Don't Help Them By Doing The Job Yourself.

Would You Truly Sleep With Strangers?" "i Don't Know, I Haven't Met The Strangers Yet.

A Certain Type Of Man, When He Loves For The First Time, His Love Is Not Really Love, It Is Possession. Possessions Don't Have Rights Or Feelings; They Are Something To Owned And Controlled. He Had Spent More Than A Year Trying To Do Just That, And Failing.

You Cannot Die Of Grief, Though It Feels As If You Can. A Heart Does Not Actually Break, Though Sometimes Your Chest Aches As If It Is Breaking. Grief Dims With Time. It Is The Way Of Things. There Comes A Day When You Smile Again, And You Feel Like A Traitor. How Dare I Feel Happy. How Dare I Be Glad In A World Where My Father Is No More. And Then You Cry Fresh Tears, Because You Do Not Miss Him As Much As You Once Did, And Giving Up Your Grief Is Another Kind Of Death.

You Look Wonderful", Jason Said. "no Compliments, Jason. I'm Uncomfortable Enough In The Lingerie." "then By All Means Take It Off.