But I often think we talk way too much in this society, that we consider verbalization a panacea that it very often is not, and that we turn a blind eye to the sort of morbid self-absorption that becomes a predictable by-product of it.

The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.

Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.

Life isn't happily ever after... It's work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves that burden of it, either. You'll be let down. You'll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything - because that's what growing older is.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

There are so many more important things to worry about than how you're perceived by strangers.