Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.

To live is to love, to love is to live.

I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.

Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.