It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

I wake up like this, this sense that I've somehow been transported to an alternate universe where my life took a left instead of a right beacuse of some seeemingly insignificant yet cosmically crucial choice I've made, about a girl or a kiss or a date or a job or which Starbucks I went into...something.

At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

↑ top up position down The fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.