Love is a chemical imbalance. It is temporary insanity. And it lasts a maximum of four years.

I'm here, at Ryerson, and I don't like it. It's weird and I want to be home, home a year ago. You asshole.

I can't wait to get to my little mountain cabin with you.

The art
[of]
laying in bed.

Scent is a funny thing.
When it's not there, you don't think about it.
When it is there, you know it.
When you don't expect it, it hurts.
What does anything smell like?
I can't remember.
When it's there, you remember.
I can't smell anything.

I do not have anything to say.

Nothing feels better than self-destruction.

I cannot read your mind! WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Hm, I just might be really happy.

"If I am going to get more twisted I need more chicken balls."

So, I guess I'm in the middle of my menn diagram (hahah!).
What a terrible place to be, but we'll quickly move on over the the better circle on the right.
Then there will be two very separate circles!

...I certainly talk about men a lot. You'd think I was a teenage girl or something.