I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

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.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.