Did I Just Quote Paulo Coehlo?

I've been avoiding people that I have to explain the past five months of my life to. I just don't feel like telling the same story again.

I miss some people so badly I can hardly stand looking at pictures of them, for instance:



I've come to accept that if there is peanut butter near me, I will eat too much of it.



I asked someone for advice yesterday and he told me that when the same thing happened to him he laid on the floor for 24 hours straight.

when will I stop being such a creep?



I'm not very brave, despite what pictures might suggest

but I can't keep my hands off busts of Augustus! No matter what the signs say.