Promises are the sweetest lies. Until you realize it and it kicks your ass. And your whole world falls apart around you, and you can do nothing but watch it crumble. Until there's nothing left behind but the sad,  ghost-like memories of what the undepressed call happiness.

Sorry it's so depressing. I'll try harder next time. Just thought I should share my feelings on promises. And if you didn't pick up on it from the poem, they suck.
                        -Ari