Erin Watt

Fate is for the weak--those people who don't have enough power or will to shape life into what they need it to be.

I'm thinking skywriting. 'Sorry I was an asshat. Please forgive my stupid butt.

But I do care. I hate myself for it, but I can__ fight this desperate need to try. Try to fit in. Try to make this school experience different than all the previous ones.

Then he launches himself at me with a roar, and I let him take his shot. It__ weak, like he is. Like all bullies really are. That__ why they__e bullies. Because they__e insecure idiots who try to make themselves feel better.

In the vast void, her kiss tells me I__ not alone. She touches her tongue to mine, and a groan slips out. I think it comes from me. I__ dizzy and breathless and full of strange emotions that I can__ make sense of and don__ want to. I know the gist. I__ happy. This is a high I__e never been able to achieve through pills or booze or other people.

The good ones put your character to the flame and burn away all the rest of the shit until you come out a better you.