(i) I talk. Too. Much.
(ii) Now that I’ve started feeling, I can’t stop.
(iii) Giving in to (ii) above hurts 8 times out of 10. The other two times, it aches.
(iv) The road to hell really is paved with good intentions. Honestly.
(v) Wishing for something hardly ever makes it happen. And sometimes, putting in an effort doesn’t either.
(vi) Over-analyzing stuff is a full-time full-body occupation.
(vii) I’m totally dispensible. Even in those places I thought I wasn’t. (Actually, especially in those places.)
(viii) Life goes on. Doesn’t matter if you throw a tantrum, weep, beg, plead, or wail for it to pause; it goes on.
(ix) I can’t always be in control. And even less so when I want to be.
(x) I don’t care what my sister says (sorry, Bzz) – he doesn’t exist. Not in this dimension or timeline.