Yes It's Difficult. Yes It's Horrible. Yes

Truth Is, Something That I Thought Was Perfect Was Taken Away From Me, And I Never Wanted Perfect Again. I Wanted Middle Of The Road, Stuff I Didn’t Care About So That I Couldn’t Lose Anything I Really Loved Ever Again.

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.

If Invisible People Eat Invisible Food Does Invisible Wind Blow Invisible Trees?

Day-to-day Things, The Mundane, Are What Keeps The Motor Running. How Extraordinary The Ordinary Really Is, A Tool We All Use To Keep Going, A Template For Sanity.

Alex: Rosie, I Wanted You To Be The First Person To No That I’ve Decided To Become A Heart Surgeon! Rosie: Cool, Does It Pay Well? Alex: Rosie, It’s Not About The Money. Rosie: Where I Come From, It’s All About The Money. Probably Because I Don’t Have Any.