“Once upon a time, I lost everything and I was so alone. The sadness, the hurt, it all seemed so infinite. When you're wandering alone in a storm, you can't see the end, or if there even is one, and how close it might be.I'm still wandering, but maybe I don't feel so lost now. I'll keep trying. I promise.”

“The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.”

“Even now, sometimes on street corners... when I meet someone, I see your shadow. I'm sure that even now, you're still wearing that man's cologne... so you can sleep, even alone...”

“How can it be that the people who are supposed to love me the most are here, so close, all lined up shiny and promising, yet I feel so alone?”

“I'm not going to hurt her. I know she's special and I tried to stay away, but when I'm with I don't feel so cold and alone.”

“I did what I had to do in that moment, and I'm proud of myself for it. I was hurting, yes, and maybe I overreacted, and but I can still feel, so there's hope for me. The one's who've forgotten how to feel, those are the ones who are lost.”