You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.

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

It's not an easy choice, but that's OK. Easy doesn't equal good. Difficulty doesn't equal bad. It's just life, is all.

You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.

Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself--over and over--not to do it.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.