Told You. Everything Sounds Better In The

Why Don't You Ever Wait A Second And See What I'm Planning, Or Thinking, Before You Burst In With Your Opinions And Ideas? You Never Even Give Me A Chance.

As I Rolled Over, Stretching Out, My Only Thought Was To Go Back To The Dream I'd Been Having, Which I Couldn't Remember, Other Than That It Had Been Good, In That Distant, Hopeful Way Unreal Things Can Be.

After Everything That Happened, How Could I Miss Him? But I Did, I Did.

People Get Mad Annabel. Its Not The End Of The World.

Are Those The Only Options? Nothing Or Forever?