I'd developed an apology-is-much-better-than-asking-for-permission mentality.
Would I come off as a creepy-stalker-kind-of-guy or would it demonstrate that I cared?
Self-harm appealed to my sadness but I didn't let it coax me.
Maybe I should have given more thought to her thoughts.
I found that disturbing the night's calm ambience was almost as gratifying as the ambience itself.
Too much negativity can make the strongest structures dilapidate.
I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.
My sense of misadventure took over and I began looking at my problems as challenges.
I found it hard to get motivated because I found it hard to care.
In a world of differing opinions, mentally unstable people and complete psychopaths, it was the type of simplistic notion that some people wouldn't want to follow or ignorance would just simply not al...
It was my duty as a mother to invade your privacy and search your room. I'm just glad you weren't hiding an illegal drug.
It was a start, and a start is all anyone needs to put an end to something.
Misadventure was my primary compass and I followed it without caring if I pissed off one person or a whole bunch of people.
Other times, when existential crisis mode kicked in, I flirted with the idea of giving up and drifting whichever way gravity and wind moved me.
I didn't appreciate the moment as much as I should have while living it, but I can attribute that to my poor emotional state and hindsight.
Everyones' worst problems weigh the same, and it's up to you how heavy that weight is and how much you let it drag you down.
Looking back really does make you wonder, but the truth is it doesn't change a thing.
What does that quote mean to you? Can you explain the concept behind it and not just repeat the pretty phrase to me?
It was an impossible achievement but that didn't stop me from trying and having fun.
Most would probably call it a dumb idea, but considering my wants it was a good idea.
