Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
She likes the people with the endurance to tolerate the drudge, the ones who know that pain is a requirement, not a curse.
I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.
I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.
Life must pass through difficulty in order to achieve any modicum of beauty.
I'm a complete and utter fiction. Then again, we all are.