As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.
I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.
I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.
...it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
Does my eye look okay to you?
Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.