It's not morbid to miss people.

Joel sat back in his chair and laughed at what seemed to be an inside joke, one in which I wanted very much to be let in on. An amiable smile stretched across his lips quoted by perfect dimples. I stared at him wanting nothing more than to indulge myself in that smile.

Feel the sunrise as it bleeds over the land, for today is the day of reckoning my fearless ones. Let our shadows fall over the corpses of our enemies as we wipe the smell of blood from our faces...

Do all things with love.

I can't be all things to everyone.

From 15 to 18, everybody is a different person. Every six months, I have a whole new outlook on life.