Let your clarity define you, in the end, we will only just remember how it feels.

It's a noir world. Unfair things happen.

Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. Because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. But if you're like me, you just keep chasing the storm.

Let it go. Let it roll right off your shoulder. Don't you know the hardest part is over?

Some things you don't need until they leave you, they're the things that you miss.

I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.

There weren’t many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.