Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare youself for those changes no matter what you do in advance. The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.

Victor Faust did much more than help me escape a life of abuse and servitude. He changed me. He changed the landscape of my dreams, the dreams I had every day about living ordinarily and free and on my own. He changed the colors on the palette from primary to rainbow—as dark as the colors of that rainbow may be.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.