I thought following a straight road would lead me right to my destination. Like the road would just take me there because I was following all the rules. And if the road curved, I couldn't be sure about where I was going. But look where it got me. Maybe it's time for a detour.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

She's not going to let go until she sees for herself that there's nothing left to hold on to.

My hair is so scary that if you saw it walking down the street, you'd cross to the other side. This humidity is not helping. It's just an excuse for my hair to let its frizz flag fly.

FACTS Fact #1 Mean people suck. Fact #2 Bad things happen to good people. Fact #3 Good doesn’t always prevail over evil.

Maybe but... if being impulsive means ruining other people's lives, then maybe I should just stay the same.