As usual, no one's ever around when you need them.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.

I'm afraid of everything. Fear of being alone, fear of being hurt, fear of being made a fool of, fear of failure... Still, I think all my fears bleed from one big one.

Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.

It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.

The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.