For True Downtime, I Enjoy Going For

There Are Two Kinds Of Sorry. There Is The Sorry Imbued With Regret. And A Pure Sorry. The Kind That Is Merely Asking For Forgiveness, Nothing More.

Hush Little Baby, Dont You Cry, Dont Cut Your Arms, Dont Say Goodbye. Put Down That Razor, Put Down That Light, It Maybe Hard But, You'll Win This Fight.

I Wish I Could Freeze This Moment, Somehow Delay My Final Decision, And Just Hang Here In The Balance Between Two Places, Two Worlds, Two Loves.

I Don't Convey That I Can Be Moody Or A Perfectionist Or That I'm A Nervous Person, But I Am All Those Things. It's Just Not Going To Shine Through When You're Posting A Picture.

I Don’t Know. She Was A Sweet Girl. As Sweet As They Come. I Don’t Know Why I Didn’t Love Her. It’s Something You Can’t Really Control.