How can you find love if you're always trying to run away from it? How can you run away from love if you're always trying to find it?

Words for thought...

Love itself is a paradox--a wonderful, terrible, impossible, yet ever so plausible paradox.

Well...I'm not complaining...

Always be true to yourself...unless you're a filthy liar. Then, just...just shaddap and be true to yourself, dammit!

There's a fine line between hearing voices, telling yourself and others that you hear voices, when really you don't, and whispering to yourself so that you can tell others that you DO hear voices.

There are plenty more fish in the sea...the over-fished, shark infested sea...

It's ten minutes to three in the morning, I'm tired, cold and I want to go to bed...

...better get the coffee going.

(The usual teen's evening)

It's a good thing love is SOOO predictable...otherwise, we might be some kind of race of intelligent humanoid creatures wondering about love...

You can't see love but you know it's there waiting to pounce on you.

What a coincidence!

Love can't see you, but it knows you're there, waiting for you to pounce on it.

Whether either of you may choose to or not...

Love is blind. You can follow love, but never let it lead you completely, or you may be swept off your feet or hit by a brick wall before you know you've gone anywhere at all.

Drugs and a knife don't make problems go away--your problems are still there--they're still corosively eating away at you from the inside. The drugs and the cuts may hide them, but they're still there, and you're still aware of it. Don't be tempted.