There is something to be said for the night. The darkness holds a sense of promise, as if anything could happen. Maybe something good, like a handsome stranger or something with snarling teeth that whispers pretty things as it eats you. Thus, the night is a test. A test of fear and the sweet promise of pain.

If we win by losing ourselves, by losing what we were fighting for, then we never really win.

You can't always rely on taking the pain. You need to learn to avoid it.

I can't change it now, and besides, I like who those years made me into,