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

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.

I'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared. Confused by the whys. Why are we here? Is there, really, some intelligent design? Why do we cry for someone who leaves us if there's some Grand Pearly Gate in the sky? Why worry about how we build our lives if the ultimate ending for all is death, a single breath away? (358)

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.

Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.