Look, demanding somebody do anything in this day and age is not going to fly.
I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.
We're supposed to lose our friends to time, at an age when we're ready to agree to the terms of having lived a long life. Not now.
I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.
The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?
You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.