I'm Sick Of Just Liking People. I

I Just Hope That One Day - Preferably When We’re Both Blind Drunk - We Can Talk About It.

It’s History. It’s Poetry.

It Was A Very Stupid Thing To Do, I'll Admit, But I Hardly Didn't Even Know I Was Doing It.

Sensitive. That Killed Me. That Guy Morrow Was About As Sensitive As A Toilet Seat.

She Wrote To Him Fairly Regularly, From A Paradise Of Triple Exclamation Points And Inaccurate Observations.