The Final Sentences Of Various Journal Entries.

- I couldn't I  get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

-The faces of my past, like the wind of a tornado, threatens to cave in my very existence, with a smile. 

-I will name it after a person... it will stab me in the heart. 

-I feel like I've used & abused the possibilities inherent in...  thighs/lies/tries/cries/signs/why(s)

-I can only live in 2 directions, I am 2 beings. Freed of a possessed fever. Cured of the poison of restlessness & curiosity.

-I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall simply forget it. 

-Do you want to grab a couple burgers and head to the cemetary?