Let's all embrace someone near us. Pick someone special to you. Tell this someone how you feel.

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

The short stories tend to be a journalistic gathering of anecdotes that are put together to make something larger.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.