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

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.

You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

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

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

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

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