And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

Too many locks, not enough keys.