People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

safety and love are both illusions!

you're just a side dish not the main course!

can't blame a man for being human when human is all he'll ever be!

we can do anything when we decide to win no matter what!

hate is cancer of the soul!

You want to put a band-aid on something that needs stitches.