The human spirit is indomitable, unless your talking specifically about the people I know.

At the gym; I've given up trying to get in really good shape, and re-committed myself to not getting any worse.

If only St. Valentine was around to see his memory celebrated through the mindless marketing of whipping cream and lingerie.

Is it cynical to assume that anyone smiling is a liar and a criminal?

No one understands the way I feel about things I don't understand.

Coming to terms with my feelings of worthlessness isn't always a bad time, but it's rarely a good one.

The worst part about people with bad personalities is they don't know it.