I’m a screwed-up person who no longer knows how to communicate with the people I love. But I meant everything I told you in my letter. If I were your Nikki, I would have come back to you on Christmas Day, but I’m not Nikki. I know. And I’m sorry.

I want to believe that happiness might at least be possible later on in life for people prone to sadness.

The only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Thank you. I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up.

There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself.

Not letting the world destroy you. That’s a daily battle.

Miracles happen on Christmas, Pat. Everybody knows that.

I think it's strange to live in a house with someone you cannot talk to-especially when that someone is your father-and the thought makes me a little sad.