One Day at a Time

Most days I know I deserve better, but now I've just taken to distracting myself with book after book.

Too damn good to keep feeling sad.

Strangers again

I regret some things.

I stopped trying so much this whole past month and on one hand I'll probably panic in a few weeks, but on the other hand it feels great to have stopped caring about some things and some people.

The days you remember the people you love most have been right there all along.

Time to pack up all the memories, associate them with this beautiful city, and put them away on a shelf for you to come back to at a later time.

“I just don’t know how to say good-bye to him.” “Maybe you could close your eyes…And remember everything good.”

Trying so hard to live in each moment.

When you've been complaining to some people about how one person doesn't do work for group projects then find out those people don't work well in group work either and spend the next hour questioning life and perspectives.