So I guess this has become a dysfunctional form of my diary huh? Well, it’s another one of those nights where I have everything but nothing on my mind. Lately my mind has been so consumed with the thought of love. Whatever happened to it? What happened to sappy hand written letters, picnics on the beach, sneaking out to see each other? Call me a hopeless romantic, but it really and truly seems...

In a world so full of hate and sorrow, where people are fake and cruel, how is anyone supposed to find love? When you’re buried in your own lies because the truth would hurt the ones you love most. Do you keep up the lie? As it grows bigger everyday and you must tell new lies to keep the old ones from resurfacing. Or do you take the chance to be honest, sure it’ll hurt those you care about for...