Lost Accountant

I can’t say that I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t. And I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not and I know that I will. but I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean.

Between memory and reality there are awkward discrepancies…

When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on.