I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

I refuse to let the past find me here.

Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.

I changed the world; the world changed me. Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell