You must've seen that trail full of snakes, and then you gave me that headache. Once it's in you, it's sure not leaving. Seeing you became the glue to the past.

Something needs to click. Regret isn't all bad as long as you know you did one thing right.

You can tell what's right, and then you know what's right, or what seems like it is right, and then something happens and you know that it wasn't right, or maybe it was right, but something bad was supposed to happen.

When two people are going through the same problem, just dealing with it in such different ways that they can't even talk about it. We make ourselves out to be so different, because we see what the other person is doing and we see the faults in that and we go in the extreme opposite of what they do just to absolve ourselves of the wrong they are doing we create our own equal and opposite wrong.

Here's me: I can't stand to hear people crunching and chewing on food. You don't need to make other people hear you doing something that should be internal (mouth closed). I don't need to be reminded of all the strange things happening in our bodies. So much movement and mechanics. I just like to think of us as brains and souls. Therefore, I make this extra effort of chewing quietly and with my mouth closed. I am internalizing and thinking to myself what I better person I am for not subjecting others to my body and it's noises. So, I remove myself from any equality a situation could have and place me and my closed mouth on some kind of pedestal, even though whenever I fall asleep around people they are subjected to my amazingly loud and most likely disgusting snoring.