glenscocos
I never thought of him as greedy until one day I noticed he never wants good things for anyone -- but himself, that is. I don't quite know how to deal with this.
Nobody ever welcomed me. Nobody ever acknowledged my existence. Well, that is not until today, which saddens and angers me. Why did I have to be great to be worth knowing? I'm done.
There's a small tear in the "footsteps in the sand" poem poster on my door -- thanks, Ria -- and I'm feeling a little sweaty right now. The blood's not helping either and even though I just made a huge descision, I'm still restless.