There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?