I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.