carpe diem

“…You know what, no matter how much money someone has, no matter what they own, no matter what their family looks like, we’re all broken. We’re all suffering. We’re all in desperate need of healing. We’re trying to do the best we can. And we’re messy… Real messy.”

“I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”

“Why is my head so mixed up? I mean, sometimes things just don’t make sense, and all of a sudden I get scared. I don’t know. See, I don’t know anything anymore. One minute, all I can think about is packing my bags and catching the first bus. And then the next minute, I’m afraid that once I get out in the world, it’s going to eat me alive.”

It wasn’t real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you’ll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears.