late night musings.

Tonight, in its record-breaking coldness, I wonder that if God wanted us to spend our lives with someone else, we would have all been born Siamese twins.

I am alone.

I need to make every moment count, even if it hurts.

If life were seasons, and they were simply called the Wet and the Dry like in Australia, I think this would be called the Sad.

Yeah, that sounds about right.