It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

So you want to know all about me. Who I am. What chance meeting of brush and canvas painted the face you see? What made me despise the girl in the mirror enough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger, only not. So you want to hear the whole story. Why I swerved off the high road, hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to those coughing my dust, picked up speed no limits,no top end, just a high velocity rush to madness.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

I can't change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.