They Worry About My Sanity I Join

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

I Make It Easier For People To Leave By Making Them Hate Me A Little.

I Wake Up In The Morning And I Feel Like I’m Missing Something. I Know That There’s Something Not Right, And It Takes Me A While To Remember What It Is . . . Then I Remember. My Best Friend Is Gone. My Only Friend. It Was Silly Of Me To Rely So Much On One Person.

Nobody Can Pretend To Know What People Want To Read Or Hear Or See. People Rarely Know It Themselves; They Only Know It After The Fact.

There Aren’t Many Sure Things In Life, But One Thing I Know For Sure Is That You Have To Deal With The Consequences Of Your Actions. You Have To Follow Through On Some Things.