Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've lived entire lifetimes. Loved. Laughed. Surrendered. Stumbled. Weathered, beaten, still they don't crumble, not even as they inch toward death.

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.

And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.