The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?

I walked inside Macy’s and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, everyone walked around in the tactical stupor of the financially obligated.

Because I withered under the glare of an actual invitation, I was a firm believer in preventive prevarication--in other words, lying early in order to free myself later on.

Answer all the questions that I'm too afraid to ask

Wold domination is exhausting and cliche. People ought to just focus on being individual responsible citizens of the earth instead of assholes.