Change both breaks and fixes us, it allows us to move forward or it blocks us back, and nobody can say what way it's taking us besides us ourselves. We make mistakes and we choose whether or not to learn from them, and we choose whether to grow bitter and angry and hate everything or to just get over the things that hurt and chafe. Sure they keep on hurting for a while, and the worst of the pain may never truly go away. We find things to do instead of fall victim to it. It is how I have survived, it is how I have not lost who I am. It is how I remain here.

It is how I can face every morning with a soft smile on my face, it is how I can stop any destructive thoughts from invading the things I think, it is how I keep my sanity. Her words tell me of a dear friend and my face softens even more, soft violet eyes showing a rare moment of vulnerability, because I once had one of those as well. "I'm as lost as they come." I had been dragged out from the depths of inexistance by this girl today, and maybe that's all I had ever needed. All I needed was an end to being a disbelieved ghost, to something real and concrete. "It matters not to me. Up to you." I wasn't hungry enough to just snap a her food. Shredded ear flicks backward, and I wonder not for the first time if this meeting had been fate.