She Wants To Believe My Excuses So

There Are Also The People Too Bizarre To Ignore, Like Kyle Simpson. Future Male Stripper.

A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me. Pain And Anger. Sadness And Pity. But Most Surprising Of All, Hope.

You Can't Go Back To How Things Were. How You Thought They Were. All You Really Have Is...now.

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.