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I Try To Stress To My Children That Buying Something Never Leads To True Happiness.

The Ugliest Truth, In The End, Was Still Better Than The Prettiest Of Lies.

We're Called New Jersey But We're Actually The Suburbs Of New York.

No, I Don’t Live In Heartache. I Don’t Cry Myself To Sleep Or Any Of That. I Am, I Tell Myself, Over It. But I Do Feel A Void, Icky As That Sounds. And—like It Or Not—i Still Think About Her Every Single Day.

Genius Is A Curse. That's How I Look At It. Some Think That The Brilliant Comprehend The Universe In A Way The Rest Of Us Can't. They See The World How It Truly Is—and That Reality Is So Horrible The Lose Their Minds. Clarity Leads To Insanity.