Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

The Mind Picks Some Very Bad Times To Take A Walk Doesn't It?

I Sighed; As Comforting As It May Be To Some Of Us, Sarcasm, Like Youth, Is Wasted On The Young.

It Was Almost Enough To Make Me Feel Emotion.

Whatever Made Me The Way I Am Left Me Hollow, Empty Inside, Unable To Feel. It Doesn't Seem Like A Big Deal. I'm Quite Sure Most People Fake An Awful Lot Of Everyday Human Contact. I Just Fake It All. I Fake It Very Well, And The Feelings Are Never There.

It Really Is Better To Be Lucky Than To Be Good.