well. i think mother midkiff would be proud of me the amount ive been reading. ive read over 300,000 words in the past two days. now, if any of those were real novels and not just online stories, AR points wouldnt be an issue.

Now, as I was reading my current one, /Masquerade/, these lines right here triggered me something awful - .


“When did she die?” I ask softly.

This time, tears spark at his butterscotch irises. “About three years ago, when Mikey moved out.”

“I’m so sorry...”

His breath comes out slow and long, dragging on with a sigh. “Yeah, well, people die. You get over it, don’t you?”


“No, you never get over it. You never do. You just lay out the memories behind you, instead of in front. You clear your path and keep walking on, because your life keeps going. You don’t get over it, but you have to keep moving fast. Otherwise, the world will just leave you behind.”


My nerves went to Jacey. I hope they never remove her Facebook page or i might jump off a bridge. I miss her so much. At least my weekly Jacey sobfest is over for now, right?