The Tales We Tell Ourselves About Ourselves

I Just Don't See The Point In Beating Myself Up. I Think It's More Productive To Concentrate On Being A Better Person Right Now Than Punishing Myself For Who I Was In The Past.

It Kind Of Makes Me Wish That The Worst Thing That Will Ever Happen To Me Would Just Hurry Up And Happen Already. That Way I Could Live The Rest Of My Life In Bliss, If Only Because I Know How Much Worse Things Could Be.

The Great Thing About Fiction Is That You Can Start Off By Telling The Truth, Then Start Making Stuff Up Like Crazy Whenever You Feel Like It.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.

I Used To Think That I Wouldn't Change Anything From My Past, Because Doing So Would Inevitably Affect Who I Am Now. But Considering My Current State, I'm Thinking It Might Not Be A Bad Idea To Go Back In Time To Fix Things.