At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

How freeing of a thought: instead of worrying about leaving a legacy, to leave no trace of one's existence. How liberating indeed!

Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?

You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.

We exist only to exist.

Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have done is silly compared to what you are doing to your mind: taking a sacred moment to be alive and desecrating it by being angry.

In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.

Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.

You think I'm giving up. I'm not. I'm giving in.