week from today I will be writing today’s entry. A promise is a promise.
Books don’t write themselves,’ she said while I loaded my pistol, as quietly as I possibly could.
ll love is ‘true love’ except love you actively know is a lie. And just because a love you once had with someone fell apart doesn’t mean it wasn’t true at the time.
forgot to hit ‘Publish’.
Fortune Cookies
29 November 2005
29 November 2005
