You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
It sounds as if you'd like to be God.
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.