There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

think about it: Romeo and Juliet bucked the system, and look where it got them. Superman has the hots for Lois Lane, when the better match, of course, would be with Wonder Woman.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.