After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.