Popularity Means People Think They Know You.

That Was The One Thing She Knew Now. Some Chances Came And Went, And If You Missed Them, You Could Spend The Rest Of Your Life Standing Alone, Waiting For An Opportunity That Had Already Passed You By.

Sometimes Being A Good Friend Means Saying Nothing.

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

Do You Love Him?" How Would I Know?" You'd Know.