I have the obsessiveness of someone who's a sober, recovering addict displacing his addiction. Except I never had the addiction.

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, be strong and keep reminding your self that everything happens for a reason.

Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

I'm interested in living more of a life that's invisible to everybody and more vibrant to a fewer people that are in my life.

Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.