But the thought of moving on from something I never had is depressing.

but then you realize that this ‘whole package’ everyone’s looking for is unattainable. No one can be everything you want them to be.

Things fall apart, even when you think they're stronger than anything you could ever imagine.

When I’m a teacher, I won’t be using red pens to grade papers. Red pens will forever be associated with criticism and bad grades in my mind. I don’t want this person to get their short story back with harsh red pen marks all over it. Purple is much friendlier.

Rien ne va arrêter ma quête pour te trouver" No one will stop my quest to find you.

Apparently, it used to be extremely common for families to have two parents. They stayed together because that’s what all the other parents did. Now there are so many options, so many different ways to be a family. So many ways to rip a family apart.

The only person I can count on is myself. It's up to me to create the life I want. I can't blame my parents or Scott or anyone else for the way things are.