Regret is an ugly companion and I’m really tired of its company.

You’re lonely just like the rest of us. You want to be admired and adored, just like the rest of us.” He leans in, and in a lower voice adds, ”And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Lies are like a treadmill with no off switch. You have to keep walking or you’ll fall off.

Boys and girls,” he shakes his head, “they aren’t friends, not really, unless they’re both gay. At least one of you is in the friendship because you want more from the other, but you either can’t or won’t ask for what you want.

Lies are like a treadmill with no off switch. You have to keep walking or you'll fall off.