Indecisiveness wears a person out.
It often takes more courage to be a passenger than a driver.
There were times in school when a person had to do things fast, cheap, and without character.
Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret us no fun. And although you dont want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.
Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts?
I'm not sure that love and like aren't like cats and dogs: One can't grow up to be the other, but they can be taught to live under the same roof.