There are three types of people in this world, Very. (He called me Very.) There are those who make the world worse, those who make no difference and those who make the world better. Be one who makes the world better, if you can.

Like her harshness was a kind of coat she wrapped tightly round herself so nobody could see what was underneath.

Grief’s a weird animal at the best of times. It’s even weirder when you think it’s a dead certainty (pardon the pun), but then it disappears only to come hurtling right back at you. It’s like this bungee jump of emotions. You get jolted all over the place. It gives you this sick feeling in your stomach, makes you jittery and wobbly, plays havoc with your sleep patterns.

Because at this moment there is pain, intense and merciless. It seeps in and out of my body’s pores, claws at my lungs and sears into every pocket of my heart like burning acid.

It's been a very long time since I've had an adventure.

Being alone is supposed to be an issue for people such as me, but I have to say I find it deeply satisfying. Human company is necessary at times, I admit, but it is almost irksome in one way or another.