Questions Are Great, But Only If You

When Crime Busting Is Easier Than Your Personal Life, Something Has Gone Seriously Wrong.

I Tried To Picture A Young, Insecure Edward And Couldn't, But It Was Nice To Know That Once He'd Been A Boy. Sometimes It Felt Like Edward Had Sprung Full Grown From The Head Of Some Violent Deity,like A Vicious Version Of Athena.

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

-please, Anita, Go Home, And Don’t Freak. Just Go Home, And Be Happy. Be Happy, And Let Everyone Around You Be Happy. Is That So Hard? When Jason Said It Like That, It Didn’t Seem Hard. In Fact, It Seemed To Make A Lot Of Sense, But Inside, It Felt Hard. Inside It Felt Like The Hardest Thing In The World. To Just Let Go, And Not Pick Everything To Death. To Just Let Go And Enjoy What You Had. To Just Let Go And Not Make Everybody Around You Miserable With Your Own Internal Dialogue. To Just Let Go And Be Happy. So Simple. So Difficult. So Terrifying.

I'd Killed Him In The End, But Revenge Only Makes Things All Better In The Movies. In Real Life, Once The Villain Is Dead The Trauma Lives On Inside The Victims.