There Are Two Kinds Of Sorry. There

I Try To Recognize That There Is No Such Thing As Having It All - And It's Impossible To Be Perfect. You Just Have To Let Certain Things Go.

But Now We Have Time. Endless Time Stretches Before Us.

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.

You'd Do Anything To Get A Soul Mate Back, Right?… I Mean, That's The Nature Of Soul Mates.

After All, I Think, Isn't It Always About A Boy?