Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

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

She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I'm-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I'll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm breaking up with you. Mia.

The minute our correspondence becomes obligatory, there's no point in keeping touch at all.

Then again maybe there's something that I've been doing in the privacy of my own bedroom my whole life that I think is perfectly normal but is actually illegal in thirty-two states.

chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)

Fortunately for me, I'm still evolving into the person I'm supposed to be. And though they don't know it yet, and may not come to accept it, I'm done living by their protocols or anyone else's. I'm the only one who will take credit for my successes. And I'm the only one who will take the blame for my mistakes. From now on, I live for me.