The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.

Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

When You Weren't Looking ...why. ...Can't you ...care ...more ...about ...me.

I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)