The thing about the truth was that it sometimes tore apart the perfect world we forced ourselves into believing existed.

My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.

It was easy to believe in anything when you were desperate enough...

I went from having everything to losing it all almost instantly. Something that traumatic changes a person. The anger, the depression – it shapes you until you become unrecognizable. Until the person you were has been erased.