This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

However, when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin, “the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy; every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

I was a superlate bloomer, and I was kind of a prude. I always wanted to be able to keep the number of people I've had sex with very low, because I never wanted to have to tell my future wife, "Oh, yeah, I was with 30 people."

Just because today is a terrible day doesn't mean tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire life. You just have to wake up and get there