thanks for the memories

"And still my heart pumps on. Even when broken it still works.

People never truly tire of playing games and dressing up, no matter how many years pass.

I don’t want anybody around me… I want to be on my own to grieve. I want to feel sorry for myself without symphathetic words and clinical explanations. I want to be illogical, self pitying, self examining, bitter and lost for just a few more days, please, world, and i want to do it alone.

When something tragic happened, you’ll find out that you, the tragicee, become the person that has to make everything comfortable for everyone else.

But more often than not, the easy decisions are the wrong decisions.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

It’s nice to be important. But it’s more important to be nice.

You have to take your moments. Don’t just go head first into everything, like a bull seeing red.

Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to ever fade away? Everything builds, including our ability to cope with it. that’s how we keep going."



I've got to get this book.