But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

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

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.

You're giving up. You're slipping into being miserable and if you are being miserable, then it's all about you again. But it's not all about you. Love doesn't work that way.