I collect small things from happy times. A bottle cap, a napkin, a ticket stub. But by the time the year is over these things mean nothing to me for the people I made the memories with are lost somewhere in the chambers of my unwanted and discarded.

It's rare for people to even think about how people have affected them.

We are drawn most to what feels familliar. Maybe that's why I always bring myself chaos.Surround yourself with people who understand you and you'll learn nothing.