One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Too many people believe they can control their drug of choice. But the drug is almost always in control. If an addict truly wants help, it is available, but it is a rocky path. The monster always calls. Never give an addict money. Clothe them. Feed them. But enabling them is the quickest path to watching them fade away completely. This may seem harsh. But I've watched my own child relapse, after six years sober. I love her. Always. But I can't help her die.

Happily ever after is a concept I'll never believe in.

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

Disappointment Can do a couple things. It can drop you into a giant sucking sinkhole of depression, a place you have to fight to climb out of. Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds and transform failure into success. Say you swing as high as the chains will take you because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat. Injury is likely. But if you worry about falling down, and never chance "up," the sky will remain forever out of reach.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.