It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

It had happened. I had brought the dream out into reality and it had dissolved. It was just a dream and had found no purchase in the real world where it was dependent on other people for its realization. I wished that I could have sucked my words back inside where they had lived a colorful life of promise, had been nurtured by hope, and had never been tested

I like dark places.

They could be dead because it happened last night.

Both of those were tough matches throughout. We had a match last night, I missed two practices and felt a little out of shape at the end.

I guess, deep down, there's a dark side to us. I guess that's why movie fans really love the revenge drama. We like to go into dark movie theaters and fantasize.