This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

The tales we tell ourselves about ourselves makes us who we are.

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

there’s too much tension in the world… what hope is there in the middle east if you and i can’t make peace.

So much of courtship is the unspoken.

He always loved her because of, not in sprite of, her flaws.

Every day, I live a lie But not the crocodile kind.