Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

And I could write it better than you ever felt it.

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.