As A Reader, I Don't

At Some Point We All Look Up And Realize We Are Lost In A Maze.

I Leave, And The Leaving Is So Exhilarating I Know I Can Never Go Back. But Then What? Do I Just Keep Leaving Places, And Leaving Them, And Leaving Them, Tramping A Perpetual Journey?

You Should See It. V For Vendetta I Mean. "i'll Look It Up." No. With Me. At My House. Now

Anyway, That Was The Last Good Day I Had With Gus Until The Last Good Day.

Also, I Feel That Crying Is Almost--like, Aside From Deaths Of Relatives Or Whatever-- Totally Avoidable If You Follow Two Very Simple Rules: 1.don't Care Too Much. 2. Shut Up. Everything Unfortunate That Has Ever Happened To Me Has Stemmed From Failure To Follow One Of The Rules.