I Really Don't Want To Be Boring,

Loving People, And Allowing Yourself To Be Loved, Was Only Worth The Risk If The Odds Were In Your Favor, But They Quite Clearly Weren't. There Were About Seventy-nine Squillion People In The World, And If You Were Very Lucky, You Would End Up Being Loved By Fifteen Or Twenty Of Them. So How Smart Did You Have To Be To Work Out That It Just Wasn't Worth The Risk?

Even Bad Times Have Good Things In Them To Make You Feel Alive.

We're Here For Such A Short Amount Of Time. Why Do We Spend Any Of It Building Sandcastles?

Most People Have A Rope That Ties Them To Someone, And That Rope Can Be Short Or It Can Be Long. (be Long. Belong. Get It?) You Don't Know How Long, Though. It's Not Your Choice.

So Now What? What Happens When Words Fail Us?