People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.