You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
Language buries, but does not resurrect.
Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.
If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?
Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.