The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

I will never write a sequel to anything that I will ever write.

Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.