I Can't Pretend To Know What Love

That Word Again. Happy. It’s A Curse. The Pursuit Of Happiness Makes Us Deeply Unhappy. It’s A Trap.before Anything Else Happened, There Was Me In Bed, Thinking Of Who You Used To Be. I Don’t Want You To Think I Forgot.

Everyone In Our School Has Afterschool Activities. Mine Is Going Home.

There Is No Word For Our Kind Of Friendship. Two People Who Don't See Each Other A Lot, But Can Make Each Other Effortlessly Happy

It's The Belief, Not The Words, That Mean Everything. It's The Floating.

Fate Has A Strange Way Of Making Plans.