You Can't Go Back To How Things

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.

I’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

Could Be My Soul Mate / Two Kindred Spirits / Maybe We're Not / I Guess We'll Never / Know

People Grow Apart, And Sometimes, There Nothing Anyone Can Do About It.