At Least I Carpe'd That One Diem.

Entropy Increases. Things Fall Apart.

If You Act Out Of A Paranoid Fear Of Something Happening, You Will Always Make That Thing Happen.

The Pleasure Of Remembering Had Been Taken From Me, There Was No Longer Anyone To Remember With.

Even If It’s A Dumb Story, Telling It Changes People Just The Slightest Little Bit, Just As Living The Story Changes Me. An Infinitesimal Change. And That Infinetisimal Change Ripples Outward —ever Smaller But Everlasting. I Will Get Forgotten, But The Stories Will Last. And So We All Matter —maybe Less Than A Lot, But Always More Than None.

You're Awfully Philosophical For A Girl That Just Got Busted.