I have this theory on life that if you trust your intuition and follow your heart, all will be well. In the end, all that matters is happiness.
"You spend your whole life stuck in the labrynth, thinking how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."
Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.