I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.

When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.

I can't change the world, but I'm hoping that what I say and do will inspire everyone to try.

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.