Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.