All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize

Humans Find Meaningfulness Where None Exists Because We Want To Create A Sense Of Order In This Chaotic Universe. It's Called Apophenia. (and It's Also The Reason People Believe In God.)

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.

Then Again Maybe There's Something That I've Been Doing In The Privacy Of My Own Bedroom My Whole Life That I Think Is Perfectly Normal But Is Actually Illegal In Thirty-two States.

I Knew, Deep Down, That Love, Though A Beautiful Beginning, Isn't Enough. It's The Practice Of Honoring And Caring For Another That's Noble, Not The Emotion Of Love Itself. The Emotion Is The Easy Part.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.