aloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: “What are you thinking?” It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we've broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can't stand to watch it, since love's going to cheat on them too.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.