I Lost My Dad. He Lost His

The Important Thing Is Not What We (look) Like,but The Role We Play In Our Best Friend's Life.

Anyway, It Doesn't Matter How Much, How Often, Or How Closely You Keep An Eye On Things Because You Can't Control It. Sometimes Things And People Just Go. Just Like That.

Being The Best Was As Equal To Being In The Middle, Which Was Equal To Being The Worst. All Were Merely A State Of Being. It Was How A Person Felt In That State And Why They Were In That State That Was The Important Thing.

Chin Up, Don’t Smile, Don’t Cry, Don’t Fall, Walk.

We Had Come Here To Have A Break From Thoughts And The Hard Work That Came With The Constant Interaction With Idiots. Or At Least People We Considered Idiots Because They Were Not Mind Readers And We Had To, Patiently, Use Polite Words To Explain Things That We Were Thinking When Really Inside We Were Fighting The Urge To Take Their Heads In Our Hands And Softly And Repeatedly Thud Their Foreheads Off The Wall.