The Truth Hurts Because It's

We All Use The Future To Escape The Present.

We Play The Broken String Of Our Instruments One Last Time

It Is So Hard To Leave-until You Leave.

No Reason To Be Angry. Anger Just Distracts From The All-encompassing Sadness.

I'll Just Go Over To The Duke's," I Said. "her Parents Already Told Me I Could Stay There. I'll Go Over There And Open All My Presents, And Talk About How My Parents Neglect Me, And Then Maybe The Duke Will Give Me Some Of Her Presents Because She Feels So Bad About How My Mom Doesn't Love Me.