It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.