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.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

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

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.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

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.