I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

My mind contains many good ideas, but it's not always easy to squeeze one out.

Some of my troubles are so familiar, I know them by their first names.

If you can neither accept it or change it, try to laugh at it.

Why does it so often take a genius to see the obvious?

Please don't lie to me,unless,you're sure I'll never find out the truth.