But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.
Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.
Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?
Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.
What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?
Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what's left of it, consider options.
Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.
Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones.
When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.
Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can't be afraid of it, and you can't worry that you'll mess things up. You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.