Extraits

How terribly tragic is it that someone’s heart can be so shattered that they no longer even find the beauty in existing? That they’d rather endure the split-second pain of a bullet wound to release a lifetime of aching in their soul.

The monsters don't live in my closet or under my bed.

They are a collection of thoughts inside my head.

Do not let the dust collect in your soul. Live a life so fulfilling that it will never have enough time to do so.

Pen and paper have healed me much better than any doctor ever could.

I like my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb. I don’t like easy. I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I don’t want a man at all.

I indulge myself in a book because diving headfirst into another fantasy is so much more peaceful than living in this reality.

« The monsters don’t live in my closet or under my bed.

They are the collection of thoughts inside my head. »

« I have a black hole in my heart waiting to be filled. I crave the taste of someone else’s lips on mine and their heart intertwined within my soul. »

If I look into a mirror and don't like what I see, I won't change my appearance.

I'll change my mindset.

9:15 AM

Eventually you will hit a crossroads and you will have four choices with no compass to guide you.

This may be the biggest decision of your life.

Please, whatever you do, do not turn around and walk back the way you came.

You didn't come this far only to give up when your path is no longer clear.

9:23 AM