There Are Two Kinds Of

I Do Not Expect To Get What I Want, So I Don't. And I Don't Even Try.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

There Is Always Something Comforting About Knowing That You Are Not Alone. That Other People Feel The Way You Do. That You Are A Bit Screwed Up, But Still Normal.

You Can Run But You Can't Hide

Things Certainly Aren't The Way You Imagine Them When You're A Kid And Dreaming Big Dreams About What Your Life As A Grown-up Will Look Like.