What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.