Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget$$$ but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

Feelings are like chemicals$$$ the more you analyze them the worse they smell.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

If anyone ever asks you what panic is$$$ now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings$$$ and that's never a good sign.

Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks.