Never in a million years would I imagine seeing her/him/them again...

How could I just move foward with my day when I had heard...

Don't rob a bank on a Tuesday...

Only a few more steps...

"I'm not coming down from here until..."

Bye, I'll never see you again...

I watch the reflection swirl as it pools on the tiles...

I can't fall asleep...

Things keep disapeering...

The day I died was the day she...

Why does the trash come on Tuesday?

So, what's your best case senario?

Why is it always so loud at the house across the street?

I threw myself a funeral...

It was like a museum...

I woke for the first in the night...

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

It's like eating concrete...

It's hard to write about happy things...

Life in a nutshell...