There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

Don't pay back in kind, pay back in kindness. If someone does wrong by you, do right by them.

Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?