Like snow.

[lust13]

The days get better as they get worse.  This life has a sad way of contridicting itself, and I feel like I can't do anything but watch it go by and either enjoy it or loathe it.  Point being, my days don't seem to be very distinct anymore.  I don't have bad days, and I don't really have good days either.  Something always seems to balance them out

Comments

[springheel]

Christopher Pike is nothing, really. I recommend American Gods by Neil Gaiman. It's one of the most fascinating books I've read in a long time.
Also:
Anything by H.P. Lovecraft. He's very verbose and hard to understand if your vocabulary isn't huge (I had to check a dictionary every once in awhile), but he's also the best horror writer ever. His stories are the only pieces of literature in the world that actually scare me. You should definitely check it out.

[lust13]

I probably wouldn't be able to understand it. Even if I had someone explaining it to me clear as day. But I'd try it.

[springheel]

I bet you could! Neil Gaiman is a sinch to understand, even if he is a little out there.
Lovecraft is really, really out there but I have faith. I know you're smarter than you like to let yourself to believe.