When you can't go forward, and you can't go backward, and you can't stay where you are without killing off something deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up.