That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing

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.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.