And when you'd finished running you'd be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you'd have nobody to help you.

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.

Sometimes you look at me and it's like all the bullshit gets stripped off and I'm left with what's underneath and I kind of like what I see. Someone who actually fails. Someone who has absolutely no self-control. Someone who says real dickhead things like 'this is complicated.' I like that part of me, you know. I like the fact that I know I can't control you or how I feel about you and that doesn't freak me out.

But grieving people are selfish. They won’t let you comfort them and they say you don’t understand and they make you feel useless when all your life you’ve been functional to them.

A very underestimated part of the world, The Entrance is.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

And at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for. He wished that he had never met any of them.