So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?

Life works best when we think of people as people.

The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.

Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.