I Can't Even Trust My

I'd Like To Think Life Has Improved Since 1850, Despite The Long Hours We All Seem To Spend Slaving Over Hot Computers, But The Psychological Journeys Remain The Same - The Search For Love, Identity, A Meaningful Place In The World.

Such A Courageous Boy I Was. To Act Brazenly Under Scrutiny And Risk Further Injury To My Wounded Heart. Ah, The Resilience, The Blind, Dumb Persistence Of Youth.

The Things That Break Your Heart When You Think There`s Nothing Left To Break

I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect On Anyone But It Would Have Been A Waste For Both Of Us To Be Saints.

I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary Dog. How Much Lower Can A Person Get?