I Regret How Much I Believed In

Memory Was Supposed To Fill The Time, But It Made Time A Hole To Be Filled.

I Can't Count The Times That Upon Telling Someone I Am Vegetarian, He Or She Responded By Pointing Out An Inconsistency In My Lifestyle Or Trying To Find A Flaw In An Argument I Never Made. (i Have Often Felt That My Vegetarianism Matters More To Such People Than It Does To Me.)

I Looked At Everyone And Wondered Where They Came From, And Who They Missed, And What They Were Sorry For.

I Made Up My Mind That Nothing,, Nothing Was Going To Stop Me Not Even Me.

I Have So Much To Say To You. I Want To Begin At The Beginning, Because That Is What You Deserve. I Want To Tell You Everything, Without Leaving Out A Single Detail. But Where Is The Beginning? And What Is Everything?