All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

Why is it upset? Shouldn't it be downset?

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness wh's kind of bossy--then I had to basically start liking a while different person.

The ideas of directing attention outward, trying to imagine other people complexly, trying not to see myself as the center of the universe - these concepts have become important to me, and I hope they're at work in my life on a minute-by-minute basis.

All hurt is brain hurt.