False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

People are shuffling by in long coats, with shopping bags and takeout, smoking cigarettes and feigning laughter - filling up their lives with distractions to shut out the chaos.

I'm trustworthy and true and a whole of other positive words that start with T.

People might gain insight the longer they live, but things never get easy. There will always be challenges and miscommunications and the temptation to eat greasy, bowel clogging fried food, and take others for granted. The secret is to keep moving and try to see people yo love for what they are: flawed, beautiful and as confused as you.