Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.
Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.
If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.
So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?
It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical
So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.