I do not say ‘good-bye.’

I believe that’s one of the bullshittiest words ever invented.

It’s not like you’re given the choice to say ‘bad-bye’ or ‘awful-bye’ or ‘couldn’t-care-less-about-you-bye.’

Every time you leave, it’s supposed to be a good one.

Well, I don’t believe in that.

I believe against that.

Why do people have to be this lonely?
What’s the point of it all?
Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves.
Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Is it really that bad if someone sees who you are?
Why is it humans have a problem with letting someone else see that they are human?

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.

I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.

Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

I wanted a perfect ending.
Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ARE ABSOLUTELY CRAZY SHOULD BE PACKED INTO SPACE SHUTTLE AND SHIPPED OFF INTO ANOTHER GALAXY.
OTHER TIMES I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE ELSE HAD THAT IDEA, AND THAT'S WHY WE'RE ALL HERE ON EARTH.

I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

Don’t you hate that?

Uncomfortable silence.

Why do we feel it’s necessary to talk about bull in order to feel comfortable?

That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special.

When you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.

Isn't life by nature a contest decided by a single round? However trifling the matter, it's not possible to return to the last save point by pushing some reset button.

In the law there is a definition for 'relative.' But there is no definition for 'family

No matter the era, whichever the society, people always gaze at the stars when young. Then they stretch out their hands and try to catch them. And then one day, they realize their arms are not long enough to catch the stars, and that’s when they grow up.

You know, when I was in high school, I was a troublemaker.
I hardly went to school.
Before I knew it, time has passed and i already graduated.
When I couldn’t go anymore was when I first realized, that school was a great thing.
There’s a lot of friends and lots of fun things.
When I got this old, I wanted even more to go to school...

Before I met you I used to dream about the future, but that was just a dream. In the end my destiny didn't smile at me...

...so even though it'd be easier to sit at home and play games or be on the computer, I go out sometimes too. I don't want to be a shut-in. I don't want people to call me a freeloader when I go out, so I got an office job even though I don't want to. They used to say the ones who'll get ahead in the world are the ones who have the highest grades.. So it'll be nothing but an extension of this. It's a pain in the ass, boring future. That's my outlook on life after so many years of just trying to be a good person and going with the flow.

In some great thinker or philosophers book I read recently it said "love is life's greatest event, the one thing worth living for." Give me a break. That's what some grown-up womanizer would say, but I can't even talk to the girl I like. So for me love is nothing but Pain and Anguish. This unrequited love just plunges my life even further into the depths of Hell.

I think I'm afraid of being happy because everytime I'm happy,

something bad always happens.