In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

I don't break up, I trade up

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.

No scratch the word "career". Careers are people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck. This is merely a job. I can take or leave this place. I start to imagine quitting and following my yet-to-be-determined passion.

He was uncomplicated and upbeat and easy. At one point, I might have thought these traits made him a simpleton, but now I think they just translate to happiness.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.