That's the thing with suicide pacts. Sometimes they only really work if they catch you by surprise.

A birthday wish granted 23 years late is still a birthday wish granted.

We all have a few failures under our belt. It's what makes us ready for the successes.

That's the thing about marriage. It's a shell game we play with ourselves. We're the suckers and we have to lose, but we play anyway because we lie to ourselves that we can win.

Sometimes people do things that hurt and it's not because they mean to. They just do. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you, but you end up hurt because of it.

Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.

Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?