There Is No Before. There Is Only

Black Is Too Morbid; Red Will Set Them On Edge; Pink Is Too Juvenile; Orange Is Freakish

A Good Friend Keeps Your Secrets For You. A Best Friend Helps You Keep Your Own Secrets.

But Maybe You Carried Your Demons With You Everywhere, The Way You Carried Your Shadow.

And Now I Realize Lindsay's Not Fearless. She's Terrified. She's Terrified That People Will Find Out She's Faking, Bullshitting Her Way Through Life, Pretending To Have Everything Together When Really She's Just Floundering Like The Rest Of Us. Lindsay, Who Will Bite At You If You Even Look In Her Direction The Wrong Way, Like On Of Those Tiny Attack Dogs That Are Always Barking And Snapping In The Air Before They're Jerked Backward On The Chains That Keep Them In One Place.

But It's Not About Knowing. It Is Simply About Going Forward.