But even after all that, I regret nothing.
Nothing about you, including your personality, was ever predetermined. We are all born exactly the same. As blank canvases. And our subjective experiences tip buckets of paint onto our blank canvases. These random spills of paint color us with personality and thought. The random spills create us. But of course, with randomness you have no choice as to what paint you want on your canvas. You...
Only one person’s thoughts truly matter. Remember this. Because this one person’s thoughts create everything else.
They always be out to impress.
That’s for me to know, and you to find out.
What it is, is it’s you. Laid out like a book; easy to read.
Change will, without a doubt, come to me again. Soon enough it will. I already know. Motherfucker always does. It’s inevitable. She comes in pattern, but one which is indistinct. I like that. Change is good when she comes though; for the most part. I guess it’s all on how you treat her.
Society cares too much, but not enough.
A man is what he thinks about all day long