You Never Know. It's Just. It's Like.

If I Had Cared About Her As I Should Have, As I Thought I Did, How Could I Have Let Her Go?

You Can't Just Make Me Different, And The Leave. Because I Was Fine Before.

Depression Is A Side Effect Of Dying. (almost Everything Is, Really).

Without Pain, We Couldn't Know Joy.

How Do You Just Stop Being Terrified Of Getting Left Behind And Ending Up By Yourself Forever And Not Meaning Anything To The World?