I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.