Sometimes, when the world fails to provide a necessary cure for all the troubles of the mind, the mind forgets how to forgive the world for being made that way.

Irony, because it takes every ounce of pain to make you happy. It is then that you realise the best way out is not to try at all.

I find myself in a terrible situation, a terribly pressured situation, and I don't want to think that the only way out is death because there is always something better. There's too much beauty to quit.

But maybe I'm not quitting. Maybe I'm just forgetting.