The joy is gone now.

I don’t know if it will return.

Nothing has gone as I expected.

I am tired and beaten into submission.

I look forward to when he is eighteen.

I will pay his first and last month’s rent.

Then I will say goodbye.

Wherever I go, it will take a minimum of $50 to send me a postcard…

This is what I tell myself today.

This to shall pass.

Dennis Mantin

She chose me.

After a time and at a distance, I asked why.

Said that she thought I’d understand her.

I like her and her answer.

Neither I understand.

There are 2 types of workers. Those who do a good job and those that promote their careers.

If you realized how seldom people thought about you, you might stop worrying about what people think…

No one is coming to save you. Accept that and grow..