I am not a morning person.

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

I never said I was consistent.

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.