Never give them what they want, when they want it
If you leave me, I’ll crash.
There’s always doubt, my friend.
I remember a story about a butterfly who comes and grants wishes to a little girl. I heard the story when my childhood was ending. There wasn’t anybody on the playground, they’d all mostly moved on. It was just the ghost (gypsy) girl and her slightly-cross eyed brother who always wore dirty Adidas tracksuits.