MERCIFUL

private daryl dixon.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

Random II [Starter Sentences]

"A smile would be nice, for once."

"Be yourself."

"Did you just tell me you'd be better of dead? Don't ever say that again."

"I don't blame you for any of that, and you shouldn't blame yourself, either."

"I don't understand why you have to be someone else all of the time."

"I think you need to calm down."

"Maybe you need some love, you know, a friend."

"Who are you, really?"

"You always try to act so tough."

"You can't blame yourself."

"You don't seem like yourself, lately."

"You know I won't judge you."

"You're always so hard on yourself."

"You're mean."

"You're not as bad of a person as you think you are."