In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants. The other is getting it.
We keep looking at the past while today's murderers write history with blood and arms.
Who Knows what it's like inside me?
The worst part of having a mental illness is people expect you to behave! As if you don't!
One must have someone to remember, so I remember her.
We'll meet again someday—people who have been as close as we've been always meet again.
A bitter ending is better than endless bitterness.