And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow

Humans find meaningfulness where none exists because we want to create a sense of order in this chaotic universe. It's called apophenia. (And it's also the reason people believe in God.)

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever

My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless