Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

Well, it's New Year's now but I don't feel that way anymore. I wonder if you do either. Something's happening to me. It's like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller and I can't stp it. There's just os much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it. When you left it was like there was this huge gap to fill, but instead of spreading wide enough to do it I just fell right in, and I'm still falling. Like I'm half-asleep, and I can't wake up, can't wake up.

And while it is hard enough to take away something that makes a person happy it's even more difficult when it seems like it's the only thing.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

Look, the point is there's no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you're left with a choice. Either hope for the best or just expect the worst.

Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.