And Concentrating On The Spot Where The

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

It's Hard To Be Disappointed When What You Expected Turns Out To Be True.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

This Was Not A Spurr-of-the-moment Decision. Do Not Take Me For Granted... Again.

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.