Memories, like little waves, licked the edges of my mind.

A feeling like everything was unraveling, or tangling, the way the kittens pull yarn into knots and you can’t find the beginning or the end anymore.”

It’s not much fun to be misunderstood or criticized, but rather a painful experience that hurts people deeply. As I’ve gotten older, though, I’ve gradually come to the realization that this kind of pain and hurt is a necessary part of life.

Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt. Life is like that.

But things in the past are like a plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back as it was, right?”

What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?