Things I think, Feel, Want to Live by, Hope grows on me...

If I can’t be beautiful, I want to be invisible.

— Chuck Palahniuk

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth.

— Chuck Palahniuk

Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.

— Chuck Palahniuk

You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

— Chuck Palahniuk

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody.

— Chuck Palahniuk

The truth is… you think what people want you to think.

— Chuck Palahniuk

You can tell people the truth, but they’ll never believe you until the event. Until it’s too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.

— Chuck Palahniuk

All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired.

— Chuck Palahniuk

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

— Chuck Palahniuk

Last thoughts...

Here are my last thoughts of you...this is what I promised myself.

Here are the last remnants of you, and I, both of us together.

Here I sit with your symbol sprawled across my chest, in large

capital letters.

No need to describe your symbol with various adjectives.

But here its sits upon my bosom...perfect.

It moves up and down with the short breaths I seem to be taking, all because...I've

seemed to remember you.

This here symbol seemed to go back and dig up the last few things I recall of us.

I seem willing!

Willing to bear all that is you...I know I was then.

I am the minister, and you my Love, you are Hester Pryne.

The symbol is the Scarlet Letter.

It hurts to look at but I have known for a while now that I am to bear it.

I have always worn it!

But you see THIS, THIS IS MY VERY LAST ODE TO YOU.

THAT IS A PROMISE I'VE MADE TO MYSELF!

That this symbol will no longer be a symbol.

And the sharp motions coming from my chest will come to a stop.

And the large capital letters will no longer form a very abstract version of your face.

THIS SYMBOL WILL BE NO MORE THAN A PLACE.

AND YOU, well you will be no more than a memory past that I can only hope to

forget, but know in my heart I won't.

At least not so soon.

But here...here are my last thoughts of YOU.