I may not have found Bo, but I did find someone else. An old friend of mine I didn’t even know I missed. And his name was Revenge. “Reunited and it feels so goooooood,” I sang out the open truck window as we flew over The Causeway.

Fear shouldn’t be involved in faith. Being a decent human only because you’re afraid of what will happen to you still makes you a bad person, just a bad one pretending to be a good one.

I have learned in my life that there are two kinds of people. The weak and the strong. Those who are truly strong try and lift others to make them feel just as strong. Those who are weak do their best to make others feel as helpless as they do. Surround yourself with the strong. Fall in love with the strong.

The same way my lungs or my heart is mine. You are a part of me, Sawyer. And in that way, you do belong to me.

Love isn’t about wanting a hero, it’s about wanting to be one for the other person.

I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.

How do you spell love? You don’t spell it. You feel it. -Anonymous.

But then I shut up, and I did what I was told. Because pancakes.

She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor. She’s my prey, and I’m the predator. She is mine to do with as I please.

Stop being alive, and start living.