To avoid the mundane, I lie to myself in some way every day.
It must be exhausting, all the effort, all the energy my young friends use to appear disinterested in each other. They are all so guarded and fragile. Wouldn't it be nice if they could free themselves now instead of twenty years from now?
The tattoo was the most extreme thing I could do in terms of a declaration. The only thing left would have been to jump off a bridge, but that's just not my style.
One of my greatest fears is that I will cease caring.
Drink more water.
Buy new music.
Sometimes when I make the bed, I imagine someone other than myself will sleep there.
It's all been worth it.