A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.
The only thing I ever wanted to be was a cartoonist. That's my Life. DRAWING.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
It's a mistake to try to avoid the unpleasant things in life... But I'm beginning to consider it.