It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

Survival feels like cowardice.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

Love can make us do dreadful things.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.