What I’m starting to realize is that when you conform, people are not accepting you for who you are. They’re accepting you for who they think you are.

We want to change our surroundings, but we don’t want to change ourselves. We are so quick to point out others’ flaws, but can’t admit our own. We complain about the problems with society, but...

I think the times that we’re fucked up and lost in the world bring us closer to figuring out who we are.

What is happiness? Happiness is freedom. What is freedom? Freedom is the ability to live without fear of public perception; to be who you are no matter where you are.

Sometimes it’s not that people bring us happiness, they just bring us familiarity. You know what to expect from them.