I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

You're wrong," I told her. "I lost that faith a long time ago." She looked at me as I said this, an expression of quiet understanding on her face. "Maybe you didn't, though," she said softly. "Lose it, I mean." "Lissa." "No, just hear me out." She looked out at the road for a second, then back at me. "Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

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.