what about the bad??? "and i don't know if i've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me and i feel like something's gonna give and i'm alittle bit angry." box my heart up, never let it get out. things fall apart, but that's what life's about. i've learned this lesson several times, but i keep flunking this course. i keep telling myself, "when you fall off, you have to get back on that horse." i'm tired of getting back on, i'm tired of picking myself up. you say the glass is half full, i tell you that's not my cup. pessimistic, no, just realistic. life keeps me in check, tells me when to hit the deck, cover my head and hold on tight. i know not to trust myself, but somehow i always do. i always tell myself, "look what you're going through. maybe it's time to back off, slow down, and let your life have a rest."