We were creeps, jerks, idiots. We were boys; we couldn’t help ourselves.

Anybody could love anyone. That’s what they don’t tell you. All you have to do is make yourself.

None of us was stupid. We were just dreamers.

And I do get it; some decisions are irreversible. But like I’ve said, sometimes it’s the irreversible ones that help a person get to know herself a little better. It’s the consequences that matter. It’s the fact that there are no do-overs that makes life matter at all.

Fact: the longer I live, the less I understand.

And I do get it; some decisions are irreversible. But like I've said, sometimes it's the irreversible ones that help a person get to know herself a little better. It's the consequences that matter. It's the fact that there are no do-overs that makes life matter at all.