Jesus But People Got Weird When They

With My Friends, I Don't Feel Pressure To Be Someone Other Than Who I Am.

I Think Living The Blessed Life Is The Luck Of The Draw.

Geez, If I Could Get Through To You, Kiddo, That Depression Is Not Sobbing And Crying And Giving Vent, It Is Plain And Simple Reduction Of Feeling. Reduction, See? Of All Feeling. People Who Keep Stiff Upper Lips Find That It's Damn Hard To Smile.

My Success Is Not Who I Am.

The 'creator' And The 'editor' - Two Halves Of The Writer Whole - Should Sleep In Separate Rooms.