You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

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.

Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.

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.