I think I need to face what I could have been in order to understand and accept what I am.

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

Somewhere along the way, without me even noticing, I grew up Alex. For once, I couldn’t take advice from anyone around me about what I should or shouldn’t do. I couldn’t go running to mum and dad and I can’t compare my marriage to anybody else’s, we all follow our own rules.

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

There is no advice that I can give you, you will just have to trust yourself that when the time comes, you'll make the right decision.

Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

I'm never overwhelmed or under it either; just nicely whelmed. I'm OK. Nothing spectacular but sometimes special. I look in the mirror and see this medium average person. A little tired, a little sad, but not falling apart.