“He was a part of my life, however briefly--a happy part.”

“He said I was learning to talk about my life more objectively so that it felt like a part of my life and not a part of myself.”

“Life is like a book. There are exciting parts, boring parts, happy parts, and sad parts, but at some time pages get fewer and fewer until it has ended.”

“A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that threatens to suck all of me into it. He is happy without me. He is laughing without me. But what about me?”

“However, I can’t be happy. I feel I can’t have that experience, I can’t assume I will have that experience. I’m free but feeling lonely and disheartened. I hope there’s happiness out there; besides the future is approaching and waiting for me. In the future, I will be a part of the world. I will finally live my life.”

“Hurt is a part of life. To be honest, I think hurt is a part of happiness, that our definition of happiness has gotten very narrow lately, very nervous, a little afraid of this brawling, fabulous, unpredictable world.”