There's nothing worse than walking around and talking about your failed relationship, all day, every day, for months on end.
My father was never around. It was almost as if he didn't exist. I would tell my friends he was in Cleveland, on business. Sometimes, every six months or so, he would come by for dinner.
You don't necessarily live for the moment; you live for hope-what you're going to get, what you're going to say, what you're going to think.
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