When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.
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?
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.
I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis; It revolved around him.
We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year