Let me think about the people I care about.

Let me think about the people I care about.

Both hurting and happiness make me feel more alive, but as I get older it seems that hurting's the low hanging fruit. So I pick it.

Let me think about the people I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them. I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them - Then let me extend that generosity to myself.

There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. They're sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark.

Just a reminder, what other people think of you is none of your business.

In a perfect world, you and I probably wouldn't exist, so let's not hope for one.