Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.

I crumple on my bed. For a second, i believed that what i wanted more than anything in the world had come true. For a second, i believed that my dad was back. but he isn't. He's gone again. he's really truly gone and i know it. i know i'll never see him again no matter how much i want to. The candle in me has blown out and i'm afraid, really, really afraid, because my biggest fear is true. i have to live my life without my dad, my running partner, the guy who taught me amnesty and sang john lennon songs really off key.

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

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

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

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.

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?