Maybe if I could bear my life as it is for one day, for one hour, for one minute, I could forget my wish to be something else

Will you shut up about your envy of [them]? For one day, for one hour, for one minute will you just stop and give a thought to reality?

I have no secret thoughts... Or rather, they're not secret because I've withheld them - if they're unknown, it's because no one asked

Again, as so many times before, [he] felt tears come to his eyes. But he fought them off - he was getting better at that, hiding his true feelings. Though of c…

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is…

All I am certain of right now is that I don't want to go anywhere, and that's not bad for someone who always used to run.

Accept loss forever