But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I'm not proud of. I wasn't a good student and I wasn't particularly a good daughter. I wasn't very engaged.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

its been a long night" "aren't they all?