Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well, there's another notch on my experience belt.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.” Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. “God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R—

But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.