When you were in a room with Kurtis James, whether it was one or a hundred other people, Kurtis seemed to be the only one there.

Every men wanted to be his friend and every woman wanted to be in his bed.

When you were in a room with Kurtis James, whether it was one or a hundred other people, Kurtis seemed to be the only one there

Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees

We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year

Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?

I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis; It revolved around him.

Together we shared a bond not even death would violate.