she way out;

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.

Temporary; I have never heard such a word that made me feel both terrified and relieved.

You’re going to cry, and you’re going to hurt. You’re going to wonder, and you’re probably going to blunder. You’re going to question and plead, asking “Why me?!” But in the end, you’re going to breathe. So breathe and breathe until you have gotten the ache out; breathe and breathe until you have forgotten the hurt. You will be different, but you will be better, whether it was from a broken heart or the loss of a dream. You’re still alive, and you’re getting much better.