And in the echo of that gladness, horror blooms within me. In its own strange way, it's a horror as deep as any I've experienced so far. I've succeeded in taking another human hostage, in making him urinate on himself. I made a plan to torture someone, and then I carried it out, and it satisfied me to do so. As much hurt and hell as the Wolfman has caused, I don't want to be his judge and jury, his jailer and tormentor. I don't want to be that person. I want to be good. I don't want to fall into a big, black pit of darkness, because what if I can't get out?

Love is the perception of perfection beyond the protection of our projection.

You're beautiful, Jenna. i'm a man and I'm afraid to admit when I'm lucky enough to look at someone as beautiful as you.

When you adapt to someone, they become a part of your routine, a part of you. And when they__e taken away, you feel a bit lost. No matter how much you think it won__ affect your life, it does.

We are souls, eternal and perfect, captains of our mystic ships: gods and goddesses of our universe. We are beautiful, we pearls of grit. We, the ember of everything. Our uniqueness IS what makes us special, and the expression of it is our gift to the rest of us. In order to feel happy and fulfilled, we must honour our own personal brand of creativity... let it out into the world... BE who we came here to BE.

Just easy. Life feels like it__ always hard. There__ never a calm way to get through it, to just breathe. Every day brings the same challenges, the same routines_the same everything. And as much as I hope the next day will be different, it__ not. It__ just the same old cycle over and over again.