Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

I'm also starting to wonder something else. If maybe the point of this crazy quest I'm on wasn't to help me find Willem. Maybe it was to help me find someone else entirely.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one. Time to screw my courage. Or go down trying.

So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.