I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?