Instant Gratification Takes Too Long.

Never Love For Me, Only Obsession. Someone Has To Stand Still For You To Love Them. My Choices Are Always On The Run.

I Have A Mess In My Head Sometimes, And There's Something Very Satisfying About Putting It Into Words. Certainly It's Not Something That You're In Charge Of, Necessarily, But Writing About It, Putting It Into Your Words, Can Be A Very Powerful Experience.

Don't You See? We've Become Smart Enough To Justify Stupid Behavior. Like, 'i'm Angry At Him And I Didn't Express It, So I Turned My Anger Inward And Now It's Depression, So In Order To Feel Good Again, What I Should Do Is Call Him And Express My Anger.' It's Like, If We Can Make It Sound Smart Enough, We're Allowed To Do Stupid Things.

I Have The Ability, Occasionally, Of Being Able To Step Out And See Who You Think I Could End Up Being. And I Like To Play With That.

I Still Give My Friends Relationship Advice, Of Course, And I'm Not Bad At It. 'anyone's Crisis But Mine' Is My Motto.