Instead Of Relief Or Gratitude, More Guilt

I Remember That My Mother Once Told Me That The Opposite Of Love Isn't Hate, It's Indifference.

One Way Isn't Better Than The Other; They're Just Different.

A Theme In A Lot Of My Books - And In My Own Life - Is Making Choices That You Feel You Should Make, Or What Society Wants You To Make, As Opposed To What Is Truly Right For You.

Where We Belong Is Often Where We Least Expect To Find Ourselves—a Place That We May Have Willed Ourselves To Forget, But That The Heart Remembers Forever.

I'm Very Open In Terms Of Sharing Bits About My Life, But I Think It's Very Easy To Get A Distorted Sense Of Who Anyone Is Through Social Media.