People are like that, judging you before they know you.
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar
One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.
Males are the most incomprehensible species.
I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?