If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .

Do I realy regret that night? That one moment of joy beyond compare – some people never experience it in a lifetime. But the downside to that taste of pure happiness is that,like a drug, a glimmer of paradise, it leaves you craving more.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

This whole time, my whole life, that harsh, stony path was leading up to this one point. I followed it blindly, stumbling along the way, scraped and weary, without any idea of where it was leading, without ever realizing that with every step I was approaching the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. And now that I've reached it, now that I'm here, I want to catch it in my hand, hold onto it forever to look back on - the point at which my new life really began.