Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.

Yes it's difficult. Yes it's horrible. Yes it's the worst thing that has ever happen in my whole life. But I just can't give up.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

To new beginnings. To the pursuit of...somethingness.

But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

Remember that happiness is a way of travel, it's not a destination.