I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" In reality, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" were probably not Simon Bolivar's last words (although he did, historically, say them). His last words may have been "Jose! Bring the luggage. They do not want us here." The significant source for "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" is also Alaska's source, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's The General in his Labyrinth.

We are now as I wished we could be then.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.