Life's only as bad as you make it out to be. It's go nothing to do with the way it is..

I just have to come clean and admit I am an extremely, painfully slow writer. I have this unfortunate - or fortunate, I'm not sure which is correct -….

And at the start of every new day, I still believed I could choose my own beginning, one that was scrubbed clean of everything past.

Hope was based on the unknown, and I liked knowing things. Like that I was going to fail. Failure had better odds..

He had no idea that grief was a reward. That it only came to those who were loyal, to those who loved more than they were capable of..