People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

every day a million miracles begin at sunrise!

intelligence is always intimidating to those who aren't!

loneliness has its own needs!

early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!

We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies.

We're all living contradictions, trying to survive in a world filled with hypocrites