And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

Mayonnaise is a lot like men, it can make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or, it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous"- "Keeping the Moon

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.