Compromise Is An Imperfect Act.

I Hate Being Awake At Three In The Morning. It Is The Godforsaken Heart Of Darkness When The Body Runs Slow, And The Brain Runs Slower, And All You Want To Do Is Sleep. But I Had Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Could Sleep. Or At Least A Couple Of Miracles To Perform Before I Could Go To Bed.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.

Love Sucks. Sometimes It Feels Good. Sometimes It's Just Another Way To Bleed.

Therapy Can Get You Only So Far With Exorcising Your Childhood Nightmares; After That It's Willpower, And You, And People You Can Trust To Hold Your Hand Along The Way.

-please, Anita, Go Home, And Don’t Freak. Just Go Home, And Be Happy. Be Happy, And Let Everyone Around You Be Happy. Is That So Hard? When Jason Said It Like That, It Didn’t Seem Hard. In Fact, It Seemed To Make A Lot Of Sense, But Inside, It Felt Hard. Inside It Felt Like The Hardest Thing In The World. To Just Let Go, And Not Pick Everything To Death. To Just Let Go And Enjoy What You Had. To Just Let Go And Not Make Everybody Around You Miserable With Your Own Internal Dialogue. To Just Let Go And Be Happy. So Simple. So Difficult. So Terrifying.