Yes, it will all end one day; but today is worth living.

People talk and people listen, but very few care enough to help.

I'm alive now, but I don't know if I will be tomorrow. The state of being alive is not guaranteed, but should I let that stop me from living?

As days are numbered and life is short, why waste days feeling bad for yourself?

As I picked up the pieces, it became apparent that she was a narcissist, who took pleasure in breaking down this beautiful self I built up with much care. A damaged and misguided empath, she used her emotional intelligence to manipulate those around her, living multiple lies and pumping up her fake public image. I can only hope that she heals and finds herself one day and that her victims survive her.

In my attempt to forget my painful past, I almost forgot who I was.

The only thing worse than not getting there is not starting the journey because you are still thinking about how to start it. Just start.

In life, most decisions are a case of let go to get.

Change is a friend to a life with a vision, but an enemy to an aimless person.