I tell myself I’m fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.
I preferred to think of myself as a cat. If I think of my behavior as cat behavior instead of people behavior, it pretty much always makes sense.
I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.
If you don’t know how to deal with emotion, other people’s feelings can hit you like a drug.
I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.
there is something intriguing about knowing how things are going to turn out, but being constantly surprised about how they'll get there.
All I have besides food is grief.