Gone For A While Hoping,

You Called Me A Natural Con Artist And Asked Me What Other Secrets I Was Hiding. I Didn't Answer Because I Already Knew, In Some Deep, Primal Way, What Furtive Truth You Were Referring To: That I Was Destined To Fall In Love With You.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.

Humans Find Meaningfulness Where None Exists Because We Want To Create A Sense Of Order In This Chaotic Universe. It's Called Apophenia. (and It's Also The Reason People Believe In God.)

What I Envy Most About You And Everyone Else Heading Back To School Is The Certainty Of It All. You’ve Got A Prescribed Set Of Requirements To Guide You Through The Next Few Years. Focus Your Energy On The Completion Of Those Assignments And You’ll Succeed. Guaranteed. Where’s My Syllabus To Guide Me Through Life?

I Never Understood The Point Of Being Sad When I Could Choose To Be Happy