Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Want to talk third-wave feminism, you could cite Ariel Levy and the idea that women have internalized male oppression. Going to spring break at Fort Lauderdale, getting drunk, and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress.

Self improvement is masturbation.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.