Too Many Locks, Not Enough Keys.

None Of It Meant Anything, And All Of It Was Important.

I Didn't Want To Talk About What Happened, So It Seemed Safest Not To Talk At All.

I Was Bored. Sad. Lonely. It Was Only A Matter Of Time Before I Cracked.

It's Still A Memory Worth Having, Even If It's Not Exactly What You Imagined.

With Total Strangers, It Had Always Been My Policy To Expect The Worst. Usually They-and Those That You Knew Best, For That Matter-did Not Disappoint.