A lot of what is called low self-esteem is simply seeing yourself as others do.

All music will eventually be drumming.

When I was about ten years old my Grandfather told me something I’ve never forgotten. He said that whenever he was going through something painful or unpleasant he always reminded himself, it’s what you deserve, you miserable piece of shit, and that always made him feel better. I used to wonder why that made him feel better, but think I’m starting to get it now.

It had taken her three days to process his words, and now she couldn’t breathe. It was like she was drowning—drowning in air.

For the past three weeks he’d remained in his apartment, reliving old humiliations and hate-watching Love Actually. Rent was due tomorrow. His thoughts, increasingly, centered on death, disaster, failure, madness. But mostly he was just scared.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee.

TEN REASONS WHY!
1) xxxxx
2) something else
3) # three of ten
4) etc.
5) death
6) something more upbeat
8

What are you looking for?
Just a glimpse. 

Other people presented an unflattering mirror.

Our lives flew by. Days piled up and were plowed under.

You used to drink in order to relax. Now you drink in order to drink.

Things seem to be picking up at the shop.
Three jobs today.
Total billable hours: .75.
Thy will be done.

As he struggled up to greet me, even with his belt cinched so tightly it nearly cut him in half, his pants fell down. They had nothing to hold onto. To this day I remember the look on his face. Apologetic; afraid he’d embarrassed me.

Things you thought were important turned out not to be important.
Things you thought were not important turned out to be important.

Like it or not, every thought or action is essentially a prayer.

In an early draft she referred to him as “recessive to the point of nonexistent,” but then later edited him out.

Everything is of its time. How glorious; what a pity.