O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock.
How old am I, for god's sake? I mean really. Does she like me? Does she 'like' like me? Do we ever really grow up. I thought we had an understanding. Apparently not. Oh, to hell with it. At least I know myself well enough to look inside, and laugh at myself in the end. I know me. Old dogs seldom learn new tricks, but we do learn how to examine our own feelings. Yes, we do learn that...Read On