What really happened doesn't matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.

Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.

This should have been a red flag, I realize in retrospect. Working really hard on anything is, by definition, not cool.

It wasn't an effect of alcohol. It was more like we got drunk on the night.

Of course, as always, there is an arbitrary, invisible fence in place. You can't see it, but it will always keep you out. It will always encircle happiness and keep you out.

In Bio last year, I learned that blood is actually a dark maroon when it's inside your body. It's the exposure to oxygen that turns it bright red. And there must have been a lot of oxygen in my bathroom, because that blood was bright, bright red.