Waste Today, Want Tomorrow.

We Can Never Understand. We Can Only Try, Fumbling Our Way Through The Tunneled Places, Reaching For Light.

The Past Is Nothing But A Weight. It Will Build Inside Of You Like A Stone.

He's Stuck With Me And I'm Stuck With Him. We're Stuck. That's What Growing Up Is All About, I Guess.

It Strikes Me How Strange People Are. You Can See Them Every Day - You Can Think You Know Them - And Then You F?nd Out You Hardly Know Them At All.

Two Weeks Until Your Cure" She Says Finally. "sixteen Days" I Say, But In My Head I'm Counting: Seven Days. Seven Days Until I'm Free And Away From All These People And Their Sliding Superficial Lives Brushing Past One Another Gliding, Gliding, Gliding From Life To Death. For Them There's Hardly A Change Between The Two.