It's you in the morning. It's you in the night

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that. - E. B. White

Im so dead -___-
This is wrong.
It wasnt suppose to be this way. Neither do Me.
It was okay until flashes came pass by me.
Lets continue,
I take it back, i think i gonna pause here for awhile =/

pau...