Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as we claim. You're here one day and the next you're not. God? Religion? I've learned a lot more things about the world by smoking weed and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes on your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Wanna know the truth? Nobody cares if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises and calves. And you wanna know te fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you're puking your limbs out. You wanna know the truth? Go find it.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.