Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.

Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

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.

There is no grief like heartbreak.