My one challenge with the support group that I'd become involved with on campus is that the people seem to spend as much time talking about their ill-begotten pasts as their promising futures. It's as if people are drawn to looking back. They can't move on until it all makes sense. Humbly submitted: It never does.

You're in my personal space, so get out of it.

People only see as far as they are able and the rest of the truth is lost on them.

But not hurting people and knowing how to get along with people, ... they're different.

People make their own choices, and sometimes those choices suck.

You can almost believe what you know is not true when you really have to.

My belief in ghosts swings with the wind. But my belief that the cemetery felt happy and not sad-I've never changed my mind about that.