I was staring at my smile in the mirror and I thought, isn’t a smile just showing somebody a little chunk of your skull? I mean, the teeth and gums are really just extensions of your brain-case. So a smile, in essence, is telling people that you trust them enough to let them see a piece of your skull. Except in the case of enemies... then you smile evilly to let them know that your teeth are healthy and strong and capable of ripping through their esophagus with ease. 

I’ve often wondered why it’s so difficult to talk to someone that you love. It’s very easy to "joke around" with them; in fact, I think that the more you love them, the easier it gets to be foolish. Foolishness, after all, is armoring for the soul. When you love someone, you’re very vulnerable to them, and by acting like a clown, you secure yourself to any hurt that may come about as a result of those that you love.

I’ve come to the ultimate conclusion that only a small number of people actually loves another person, at least in the romantic sense of the word. Some people are in a relationship where they wouldn’t be able to stand their partner if they weren’t involved. Others don’t think two twits about their significant other until that person achieves said status. Nobody loves another person... they just love their "boy/girlfriends", no matter who’s face/body/personality is attached to that silly little title.

What does a person do when he’s faced with a no-win situation? He panics, then hates himself later.

Does life beget misery, or misery beget life? The only way to gauge your existence is by the Bad Times... if your life is one continuous string of happy-happy-joy-joy, you won’t think much of it. With a tad unhappiness thrown in there, it works as a "milestone" of sorts. But do these moments of tears exist because basic existence creates them, or are people created because it’s miserable to live?