Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

And while it is hard enough to take away something that makes a person happy it's even more difficult when it seems like it's the only thing.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.

If only you could really use a fail-proof system to know who was worth keeping and who needed to be thrown away. It would make it so much easier to move through the world, picking and choosing what connections to make, or whether to make any at all.

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.