If we win by losing ourselves, by losing what we were fighting for, then we never really win.

There is something to be said for the night. The darkness holds a sense of promise, as if anything could happen. Maybe something good, like a handsome stranger or something with snarling teeth that whispers pretty things as it eats you. Thus, the night is a test. A test of fear and the sweet promise of pain.

You can't always rely on taking the pain. You need to learn to avoid it.

I can't change it now, and besides, I like who those years made me into,