Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.

Might as Well Laugh ...remember ...when ...Life ...made ...sense

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.

Happily ever after is a concept I'll never believe in.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the room comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers away, and at last you can no longer deny the dawning.