Let me think about the people I care about.
Aren't memories just dreams we have when we're awake?
Just a reminder, what other people think of you is none of your business.
Let me extend that generosity to myself.
Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes, but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties.
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.