At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.