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?

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

barfly n. You have the ability to talk to anyone which is an ability I do not share.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.