Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.
I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.
It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.
The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the sunset while the rest of us wake up the next morning to just another day.
I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.
You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.