Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

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.

Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

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

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