All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.