
Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded
as long as you have cash.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think
and more often than not, to think too much.

To exist here, I'll have to become skilled in saying no - an art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.

Time is the only thing that will heal this, and even that will only lessen the grief. There's nowhere left to run; nowhere left to hide.

I'm like a fish in a pool, turning quickly to avoid what challenges it. My only decision is whether to go right or left to sidestep confrontation.

All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.

Strangers don't see through the cracks as easily as people who know you.

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.

Don't let yourself get bored. Exist to question; question your existence.

I am two people. One goes through the motions, rolling from one thing to the next; the other is withdrawn, watching a complete stranger.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

Rationalization is foreplay with one's conscience.

You earn brotherhood - the purest friendship, trust, love, whatever you want to call it - moment by moment through how you treat others.