I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

If I had a euro for every stupid thing I've done, I could buy the Mona Lisa.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

There are some people in life that you can't get over.

It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.

I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.