“Life was goodbefore I met the monster.After,life was greatAt least for a little while”

“Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.”

“I've Got A Little ProblemAnd I'm not really sure how to fix it.Not really sure I need to. Not really sure I could.Life is pretty good. But once in a while, uninvited and uninitiated anger invades me.It starts, a tiny gnaw at the back of my brain. Like a migraine except without pain. They say headaches blossom, but this isn't so much a blooming as a bleeding. Irritation bleeds into rage, seethes into fury. An ulcer, emptying hatred inside me. And I don't know why. Life is pretty good.So, what the hell?”

“HAPPY EVER AFTERis a concept I'll never believein. I would be content to samplesome little taste of happinesstoday, tonight, right now. Though I knowwithout a doubt that tomorrowwill come saturated with pain.Life is like that. At leastmy life. And honestly, I cantthink of anyone whose lifeis any different. The pricetag for joy is misery. [...]”

“But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.”

“I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?”

“life before the monster”