Renee Dyer

On angel's wings, love flew in.

I can't take this pain away for her. I can't make it better. It's all I want to do - make it better - make her feel better, but I understand grief. It's a bitch. Grief has to work itself out. It can either consume you or you can move on and at this point it's consuming her.

In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that's only if you fit into the mold people have made for you.