It's Hard To Be Disappointed

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

You Don’t Know What Goes On In Anyone’s Life But Your Own. And When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Not Messing With Just That Part. Unfortunately, You Can’t Be That Precise And Selective. When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Messing With Their Entire Life. Everything. . . Affects Everything.

Because I've Heard So Many Stories That I Don't Know Which One Is The Most Popular. But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

Sometimes We Have Thoughts That Even We Don’t Understand. Thoughts That Aren’t Even True—that Aren’t Really How We Feel—but They’re Running Through Our Heads Anyway Because They’re Interesting To Think About. If You Could Hear Other People’s Thoughts, You’d Overhear Things That Are True As Well As Things That Are Completely Random. And You Wouldn’t Know One From The Other. It’d Drive You Insane. What’s True? What’s Not? A Million Ideas, But What Do They Mean?