It's quite disconcerting to know you can't blame someone else. It's sad that I had to find out.

It's also amazing how soon history repeats itself.

It's amusing that people will judge you no matter what. It's reassuring that I've never cared about them. It's satisfying that some of them will never earn forgiveness, disappointing that they don't want it.

In the hazy blue-violet of early dawn when I realise that I'm only as strong as my strongest lie, it's no longer fun to lie and get away with it. It's frightening to compare, disturbing to know the results and exhausting to analyse them. It's downright frustrating to know that you're not interested.

It's probably that hour before sunrise that I am the loneliest and thinking the clearest (or haziest, depending on how well I slept the previous night) This hour leads to the most profound thoughts on life, love, relationships, the future. Very unsettling on days like today, revolutionary on days like yesterday.

I've heard the word confused so many times that I no longer like it. The best warning is "All that glitters is not gold." It's not for me, I've known this since way before my milk teeth fell out.

It's never a good time to tell someone you have a problem, even if it is unrelated to them. This I found out recently.

Disconnected thoughts and ideas and sentences shouldn't be encouraged after the sun rises. After the sun sets, of course, they are a prerogative.

Emotional exhaustion. I've become awfully attached to the phrase and the state of being it describes. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit it or worried that someone will judge me for admitting it.