I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.

It's funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.

Everybody's still miserable in the same way they've always been miserable, and more and more of my friends - especially my male friends - find themselves taking anti-anxiety, psychotropic drugs. It seems like everybody I know is wondering if they're really who they are, or once the prescription runs out, will they become someone different?