Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.

“Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.”

"And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in. "

Tim Travis:            What am I going to do for the rest of my life? All of a sudden it matters. 

Penny Travis:        Well, Tim, the secret to the success of life is to find something you love. 
                              Is there something that you love? 

Tim Travis:            Yes. 

Penny Travis:        Good. And you have to do that for the rest of your life. 
                              And you'd better hope to hell that you're good at it, because if you're not you'll probably fail. 

Tim Travis:            How do you know if you're good at it? 

Penny Travis:        How do you know if you're good at it... 

Tim Travis:            Yes. 

Penny Travis:        People tell you. 

"I know, I know. Life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. You have everything. What do you have? You have nothing. Everything is right, or everything is wrong. It's disappointing, it's confusing. This is life. What can we do?"

Feeling angst-y again.

This is really fucking frustrating.

Constantly being close to what you want...

and never having exactly what you need....

its the worst fucking feeling.

So over this.