Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.

...and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

Cab fare to nowhere is what you are

...and you think you've asked something real and they think they've said something real. You think because you toss the word love around like a frisbee we're all going to get warm and sunny.

No. Something happens to some people. They love you so much they stop noticing you're there because they're so busy loving you. They love you so much ... their love is a gun ... and they keep firing it straight into your head.

...and I know one thing you learn when you grow up is that love is not enough. It's too much and not enough.