She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.