Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.