That moment when your heart just drops out of your chest. And then your stomach. And any other organ you can think of.

Favorite moment of my first day was overhearing a story from an executive involving cocaine and The Empire Strikes Back.

I'm sorry I even thought about betraying what you stood for. I felt utterly alone and scared, but I should have known you were with me all along.
Lesson learned. Ideals remembered. Thank you, Finoy.

It's so unusual that this is what I had always wanted, always waited for, but now my wants are different. I can't continue.

I just wish I didn't have to hurt someone else in the process.

I have so many jitters about our first kiss. Butterflies should be banned from my stomach.

I mean, can't we just get it over with?

Then we can move onto the second, and third, and fourth kiss.

Loneliness is really beginning to pervade my love life.

After adding a new name to the list, a sense of emptiness has overwhelmed me. I'm really craving some consistency. Some warmth. Some love.

There can be beauty in brokenness, right? But then why does mine feel so ugly?

It's difficult finding a balance between wanting living in the moment and keeping your ideals intact for the future. After going 0-60, is it possible to slow down?