I Still Get Awful Depression. It's Who

Why Do We Have Such A Finite Capacity For Pleasure But An Infinite One For Pain?

My Mother Is The Best Storyteller. And Her Mother Was Too.

I Sighed. "what Is Life But Fleeting Moments Of Happiness Strung Together On Necklace Of Despair?

One Day We'll All Be Dead, And None Of This Will Matter" -the Brightest Star In The Sky.

Some Think Love Can Be Measured By The Amount Of Butterflies In Their Tummy. Others Think Love Can Be Measured In Bunches Of Flowers, Or By Using The Words 'for Ever.' But Love Can Only Truly Be Measured By Actions. It Can Be A Small Thing, Such As Peeling An Orange For A Person You Love Because You Know They Don't Like Doing It.