If There Wasn't A Word For It,

You Spend So Much Time, So Much Effort, Trying To Hold Yourself Together. And Then Everything Falls Apart Anyway.

She Transforms Once Again Into Someone Carefree, And I Transform Into Someone Whose Only Care Is Her.

If Goodness Can't Come From Bad Things, It Makes Bad Things Unbearable.

Me: Just Don't Ask About His Forty-three Ex-boyfriends, Okay? Or Ask Him About Why He's Carrying Around An Axe. Mom:... Me: I'm Kidding About The Axe Part.

The Key Is To Never Recognize These Imbalances. To Not Let The Dauntingness Daunt Us.