Make Peace With What Is.

Geez, If I Could Get Through To You, Kiddo, That Depression Is Not Sobbing And Crying And Giving Vent, It Is Plain And Simple Reduction Of Feeling. Reduction, See? Of All Feeling. People Who Keep Stiff Upper Lips Find That It's Damn Hard To Smile.

It's Always Obvious To Me When Someone Is Looking At Me With An Idea Of Who I Am And Hoping That That's The Person I'm Going To Be. No Matter How Subtle It Is, It's There, And You Want To Give Them Who They Really Want. But It Ain't Me.

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

With My Friends, I Don't Feel Pressure To Be Someone Other Than Who I Am.

Don't Put Anyone Out Of Your Heart, There's Room For All.