It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?

To be strong is to understand weakness. To be weak is to have fears. To have fears is to have something precious to you. To have something precious to you is to be strong.

When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.

Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don’t be afraid to walk backwards.