Every Year, Many, Many Stupid People Graduate

So She Became Impulsive, Scared By Her Inaction Into Perpetual Action.

There's Your Labyrinth Of Suffering. We Are All Going. Find Your Way Out Of That Maze.

The Whole Pleasure Of Being In A State Of Unknowing Is That As Long As You Don’t Know, All Possible Outcomes Feel As If They Are Happening.

But We Can't Know Better Until Knowing Better Is Useless.

I Knew That I Would Know More Dead People. The Bodies Pile Up. Could There Be A Space In My Memory For Each Of Them, Or Would I Forget A Little Of Alaska Every Day For The Rest Of My Life?