You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
Hurt tends to drown out sorry.
We can't love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.
Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.
Random questions are the least random of all questions.
The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.