Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

In A World Where Vows Are Worthless.where Making A Pledge Means Nothing. Where Promises Are Made To Be Broken, It Would Be Nice To See Words Come Back Into Power.

The Girls You Meet Are Never Very Far From Their Worst-case Scenario.

That If You Could Acquire Enough, Accomplish Enough, You’d Never Want To Own Or Do Another Thing. That If You Could Eat Or Sleep Enough, You’d Never Need More. That If Enough People Loved You, You’d Stop Needing Love.

Doesn't Reincarnation Strike You As Just Another Form Of Procrastination?

No Mat­ter How Much I Try And Hide This, Bit By Bit, I Start To Fall Apart.