Can’t I just make up my mind to feel the way I do when I tell the truth without actually telling the truth?
Hell doesn’t seem like a bad place. Can’t I stay a little longer?
I texted a million people this morning. I still feel lonely.
If I work hard and focus, I can get my life on track. I don’t need to actually tell the truth, do I?
I don’t need to face myself, right?
It’s her fault, isn’t it? It’s not my fault.
It’s not my fault, right?
Where’s the bottom of this fucking quicksand anyway.
Anyone's Ghost 
Hope you don’t mind but we featured one of your entries today, Mr. Gordon sir. 🙂
Thanks dude that’s awesome! 93 likes whattt. Say man, i noticed i left in my friends name can you update that asap? It’s at the bottom. Just change it to “my friend” please.
I’ll do it now. 🙂
Thanks Tony
Maybe all the hiker boss needs to hear is,’No thanks, I’m busy.’ Only a rude person goes a step further and asks, ‘Busy doing what?’ Why not then say, ‘Spending time with my family/wife.’
Yeah you’re right. Simple solutions are best.