Anger is easier than forgiveness.

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to accept. Her hair pillows my cheek and her hand on my leg is warm. I care about you, Conner, and I hate to see you hurting. I want to respond but can’tfind the pretty words I need.

Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

Without WarningSometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.

I don't believe in God, don't believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan's sister, I suppose.