You Choose The End Of

Maybe All Men Are A Drug. Sometimes They Bring You Down And Sometimes, Like Now, They Get You So High.

All Those Men Who End Up Disappointing You. After A While, You Don't Even Want To Have Feelings Anymore. You Just Want To Get On With Your Life.

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

Why Do I Keep Evading My Work? Is It Because I’m Afraid Of Being Confronted By My Lack Of Abilities?

I Know I Have To Do The Right Thing. And The Sooner You Do The Right Thing, The Better. You Get It Over With, And You Don't Have To Worry About It Anymore. But Who Does That In Real Life? Instead, You Procrastinate And Think About It And Put It Off And Think About It Some More Until That One Little Pebble Grows Into A Giant Block Inside Your Head.