Medication is like putting paint over rust. The disease still spreads. There is no cure for people like us.
Stephanie; twenty-three; in a relationship
I go to seek a great perhaps, but I'm stuck in a paper town.
I am a piss-poor writer who cannot survive without spell-check; a vampire enthusiast; a human rights supporter; a heavy drinker with an even heavier heart and clockwork innards; a wonderer and a dreamer who plans settling in the sea-grass beneath the stars.