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.

loneliness has its own needs!

a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!

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

nothings promised, not the rest of tonight, not all of tomorrow!

We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies.

I deserved to find pleasure that surpassed my imagination, better than any I had experienced.