People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.

Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.