Gus (Bright Side, #2)

by Kim Holden

The logical part of me knows I'm letting them all down. Every other part of me doesn't care.

I make split-second judgments on people and rarely go back on them. And they're usually negative.

needs an aid to deal with reality.

No one's in a rush and that's nice. I wish I could live that way. My brain never turns off.

I don't miss home, but I miss the feeling of home. I miss security, or the illusion of security. I'm a creature of habit. I miss having a routine.

I've always felt that she's one of those people who never realized they have potential, or the power to create potential. Life merely happens to her, but she doesn't live it. She doesn't participate.

I'm beginning to resent being an obligation.

make an effort to survive my own self-destruction. Which is a little fucked up. Survive and self-destruct shouldn't coexist within the context of the same thought.

I'm at the point where I just…don't. I know that doesn't make any fucking sense, but it's how I feel. I don't.

I didn't share any of the emotional shit. I'll deal with that myself. I'll heal myself. Someday.

Sometimes, punishing yourself is easier than facing down your demons, you know?"

I've never understood how you could grow to hate someone you once loved. And to hate them to the point that you want to hurt them, break them.

we're all in this game called life together. It's also circular…you give it…you get it.

Here's the thing about alcoholism. It's destructive on many levels and to many degrees.

life is all about people.

love is never perfect,

I've come to the full realization that my happiness, my life, falls squarely on my shoulders. No one's gonna do it for it me. I'm the one who makes it or breaks it. It's a choice. A choice that demands action in exchange for reward. Idleness and complacency lead to mediocrity. Sometimes action is really fucking hard-fought, but that's when the payoff's the highest.