It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

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.

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