All hurt is brain hurt.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

We are now as I wished we could be then.

Whatever, bro. We both had a long day. Too much drama. I'll TTYS." I wanted to ridicule him for using chatspeak IRL, but I found myself lacking the energy.

If you don't say the honest thing, it never becomes true.

He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you.