Perfect Is Boring And Dreams Are Not

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

I Am Terrible With Examples. I Can Never Think Of Them When Anybody Asks For An Example.

Cynicism Is A Choice. Optimism Is A Better Choice.

At The End Of The Day, When It Comes Down To It, All We Really Want Is To Be Close To Somebody. So This Thing Where We All Keep Our Distance And Pretend Not To Care About Each Other, It's Usually A Load Of Bull. So We Pick And Choose Who We Want To Remain Close To, And Once We've Chosen Those People, We Tend To Stick Close By. No Matter How Much We Hurt Them. The People That Are Still With You At The End Of The Day, Those Are The Ones Worth Keeping. And Sure, Sometimes Close Can Be Too Close. But Sometimes, That Invasion Of Personal Space, It Can Be Exactly What You Need.

You Can Waste Your Lives Drawing Lines. Or You Can Live Your Life Crossing Them.