Love Doesn't Follow The Rules... Nothing Is

I've Always Sort Of Wondered: If Everyone Else's Opinion Is What Matters, Then Do You Ever Really Have One Of Your Own?

Sometimes I Think There's A Beast That Lives Inside Me, In The Cavern That's Where My Heart Should Be, And Every Now And Then It Fills Every Last Inch Of My Skin, So That I Can't Help But Do Something Inappropriate. Its Breath Is Full Of Lies; It Smells Of Spite.

This Is When I Realize That Anna Has Already Left The Table, And More Importantly, That Nobody Noticed.

The Best Place To Cry Is On A Mother's Arms.

There Is A Gulf As Wide As An Ocean Between Should And Want, And I Am Drowning In It.