The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.

I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?