Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.

When Reality Looks Too Ugly, Fantasize.

Well, I'm Still Here. Didn't Have To Go To Rehab, And I'm Not Broke.

Some People Think There's A Woman To Blame, But I Know - It's My Own Damn Fault

Whatever Thrills You, Anything You Love To Do, Just Say - Someday, I Will.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.