I Lost My Dad. He Lost His

Aim For What U Want And The Year Will All Make A Sense.

I'm Trying To Make Some Sense Out Of The Phrase "everything Happens For A Reason," And I Think I've Figured Out What The Reason Is - To Pissed Me Off.

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.

Are You Saying That The Feeling Of Searching For A Missing Sock Is Like Searching For Love ?

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.