People aren't born sad; we make them that way.

We have control on every word of the dictionary except for the 2:; "Death" and "Heart

I don't know why it was me!
Might be it was meant to be!!

-Nikita Tak

I somehow knew, in that moment, that Grace Town was a jagged piece of glass that I'd cut myself on again and again if I let myself get involved with her. That the way forward would be pockmarked by sadness and grief and jealousy.

I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.

I shiver, thinking about how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-- to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa.