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.

It’s my future and my life and I can’t make myself live the way someone else wants me to.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Never thought I’d intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.