How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

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

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

I'm not in love with you.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.