Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.

You crave the deepest connections with others, but you don’t trust to let anyone in.

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.

Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them.

Always help someone. You might be the only one that does.

But one of the big lessons I have learned from my journey is you can’t please everyone, so don’t try.

Do yourself a favor: become your own savior.