Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

You get through it, you just never get over it

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart. You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.