The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.

If people could see me the way I see myself – if they could live in my memories – would anyone love me?

What’s the point in being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you...

Incidentally, did you know that the whole eight glasses a day thing is complete bullshit and has no scientific basis? So many things are like that. Everyone just assumes they’re true, because people are basically...