I've done my duty.
A bad day turns good.
In case you're wondering why I don't give a fuck about most people, this is the reason.
Wait for what's right for you. It's out there. I promise.
Thank God for family and friends.
Even just allowing yourself to grieve, without trying to rush yourself through it, can be difficult.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about your feelings.
I'm ineffably tired.
Sadly, I've heard all of this ridiculous shit before.
I asked God to help me get through today. God, and my grandmother, sent me Three.