Sometimes you have to look around and figure out whether it’s all worth living for.

I’m 60 years old and still trying to convince myself that blowing my brains out isn’t the best option.

You have to look at what you have, and figure out whether or not it’s worth fixing or hanging on to or abandoning and starting over again.

The human condition is one of pain and hurt with a little joy thrown in for good measure.

You have to figure out what and who you love, and sometimes you can’t get that love back, it’s a loss.

About the only person that’s really gonna love you back is your dog.

It’s gonna be a world of hurt no matter how you go about it.

And I’m not asking for forgiveness for what I’ve done. I figure I’ve paid my dues. Whether or not you agree with me doesn’t make a matter.

I thought I knew love.

I know I’ve known hate.

Sometimes I mix up the two in what counts for  my head.

It’s gonna be a world of hurt

I just have to accept it.