people who say its a long story, mean it's a stupid short one that they are too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell

We had come here to have a break from thoughts and the hard work that came with the constant interaction with idiots. Or at least people we considered idiots because they were not mind readers and we had to, patiently, use polite words to explain things that we were thinking when really inside we were fighting the urge to take their heads in our hands and softly and repeatedly thud their foreheads off the wall.

Every single ordinary person has an extraordinary story.

I can’t even think about what life “could have been” like in Boston, without crying. It’s like deja-vu, I don’t think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe.

Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.

Decide where and when you want to write. I like space, and silence is an inspiration to me.