Nothing Else Is Alright. But We Are.

It Is A Gift. You Cannot Earn It, Or It Ceases To Be A Gift.

It Reminds Me That No Embrace Will Ever Feel The Same Again, Because No One Will Ever Be Like Her Again, Because She's Gone. She's Gone, And Crying Feels So Useless, So Stupid, But It's All I Can Do.

Grief Is Not As Heavy As Guilt, But It Takes More Away From You.

It's Strange To See People You Don't Know Well In The Morning, With Sleepy Eyes And Pillow Creases In Their Cheeks

Fear Doesn't Shut You Down; It Wakes You Up