adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends.

The world is full of 'friends' of suicide victims thinking 'if I had only made that drive over there, I could have done something.

Because you thought love was just gonna be there. You weren't taught that it had to be made, it had to be mixed, kneaded, recycled. Over and over, you have to keep creating it. Over and over with everyone you love. Over and over.

It's crazy. My life has been full of fun and adventure. but i love meeting people who make me feel like I've done nothing.

With tact, exit from the world I’ve created, and we never have to speak of those good times again.