Sheep are nature's President Bush - they wander round with the most amazingly empty expressions on their faces, enjoying the grass and apparently blissfully unaware that they're part of some extremely bloody grand plan. (Ben Werdmuller -- A train Journey)
Gosh, sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart. Sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did. I'm sure I did. Right?
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