I Haven't Known Life To Be Any

No More Excuses. I Can't Blame Anything On My Parents. I'm Responsible For My Mistakes And My Choices.

Your Shame Will Be Your Torture, And Your Torture Will Be Your Life. I Wish It Long.

You Have To Consider The Possibility That God Does Not Like You.

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.

There's Peace In Understanding That I Have Only One Life, Here And Now, And I'm Responsible.