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.

Don't tell people you care about them when all you really care about is getting your own way.

Sometimes it has to feel worse before it feels better.

Things don't have to be sane when they're normal.

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

You can never see a plant grow, but they do.

You gotta pay your dues to sing the blues.