Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating.

Sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.