Detective, I Don't Know Where The Boyfriend

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.

When Faced With People Who Have Very Limited Conversational Skills And No Apparent Desire To Cultivate Any It's Always Easier To Simply Go Along.

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

We Can't Always Do What We Think We Have To Do. So When There's Nothing Else You Can Do, You Wait... No Matter What... Pressure... You Might Feel.

They Like To Tell Us That It Is Important To Speak The Truth, But It Has Been My Experience That Real Happiness Lies In Having People Tell You What You Want To Believe, Usually Not The Same Thing At All, And If You Have To Stub Your Toe On The Truth Later, So Be It.