I Was Attempting To Write

This Is My Life, I Think. I Am An Accumulation Of Objects.

If You Stare At The Center Of The Universe, There Is Coldness There. A Blankness. Ultimately, The Universe Doesn't Care About Us. Time Doesn't Care About Us. That's Why We Have To Care About Each Other.

It's Like, You Know How Sometimes You See A Really Sexy Baby? Wait.

I Want To Take Back At Least Half Of The “i Love You”s, Because I Didn’t Mean Them As Much As The Other Ones.

A Guy Can Do Far Far Worse Than Surrounding Himself With People Who Restore His Faith In Humanity.