It's Hard To Be Disappointed When What

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

It's Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.