The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.

How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Imperfections create character.