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

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

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.

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.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

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

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.