I can no longer face life, so I've decided to go through the rest of it backwards.
A good friend is worth pursuing... but why would a good friend be running away?
I try to take life as it comes, and just hope it keeps coming.
Nothing really matters except a few things that really don't matter very much.
The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.
Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?