Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.

You can't rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don't love Jecca. I don't love Fanboy. But... God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won't they. I don't love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event - it's a process.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll just take them with me.... Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?

The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.