"today i had my first college class: introduction to sociology. it should be quite easy as i already took sociology in high school and i knew everything that the professor was talking about today. i love sociology, probably because i hate psychology.
i knew that going into psychology that i would hate it. psychology isn't even real."

"the thing is, that the important people in your life should know about you so they know how to protect you.
i will go to sleep tonight knowing that i was as honest as possible when it mattered most. and that, is the greatest feeling i have felt in a long time."

"in fact, i never have much to say normally. i catch myself repeating in a dumber voice what a person just spoke and then giggling. what the hell is wrong with me?"

"it is so fascinating how drug abuse has been so finely documented, i love it."

"flowers are frivolous. they are expensive and they don't last long, so when your boyfriend buys you flowers, he is saying that he likes you enough to waste money on something that is beautiful, knowing that they will be trashed after a few days."

"please listen to coldplay's a rush of blood to the head. incidently, that is the name of the album, but i meant the song. but if you want to listen to the whole album, you can do that too. in fact, do whatever you want. i mean it."

"why is it that someone who deserves the world, is removed from it?
this is exactly why i don't believe in you."

"because there is nothing worse than hyping something up and then it end up being lame."

"i am sick of the bullshit that comes out of people's mouths and into my ears. please spare me from your fucking lies. i'm not an idiot, and you can go fuck yourself. don't even acknowledge me anymore, i could care less what you think. don't call me. i don't give two shits if you are bored. i get sick to my stomach when i think about you. i used to want you to make up your mind, now i just want you to leave me the fuck alone."

"anyway. tonight sucked. when you see me getting annoyed and short, that's a clear sign to leave me the fuck alone. don't come to the realization of your insincerity and then try to be my best fucking friend. and when i tell you to forget it, fucking forget it. i know what's wrong, i don't need a fucking diagnosis from you."

"i don't even know why i type this shit down. seriously. what is the point of recalling my shitty day?"

"you have to accept your friends for who they are completely. you can't just only love part of who they are."

"i had audience sex with the lead guitarist."

"it blows my mind how ties are broken so easily. it's like, what the fuck? i thought some people were above the bullshit. heartbreaking almost. but then you get over yourself and remember, it's just life. we all will be dust one day, so why waste time now?"

"i'm not writing in this to change the world, it's just nice (and healthy) to reflect upon myself."