Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. They’re born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.

Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.

It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.