Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.