Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

Friends help friends fight pixies.

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

A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?