Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.
As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.
and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy
You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.
This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.
I can't. You can't rewrite the past.