Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

Just Because something ends dosent mean that it's a bad thing or that someones bound to get hurt,ot that it never shold have happend in the first place or whatever. But If each step brings us to the next how can we grow if we avoid everything that can hurt us?? We pretty much have no choice but to get out there and hope for the best and who knows we may even learn a thing or two on the way

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.