Did I mind, she asked. I smiled. Of course, I didn’t mind. At that point, I was at her mercy.
Bread. As in sustenance. Like strength and energy to keep on. Yah. I want it, please.
I can't do this That's the last thing I tell myself. It is the point where I've practically given up, and there's no point in trying again. I look at my situation and I just can't find the strength to go on. I can't do this Those are the last words that escape my lips…
Never say Never. Like... for real.
Yes, THAT Lemonade. Y'know from the lemons life throws at you? Exactly! That one.
Find your purpose, they said. After that, you'll be fine, they said. Well I don't feel fine! How about that?!
I doubt I am the only one who feels like giving up when I make [big] mistakes, especially when "I’m supposed to know better".
The difference is in the interpretation.
What have you got to lose... really?