Pain
Sometimes you have a day that is so beautiful and wonderful that you want to die because you know you'll never have another day exactly like it again. There are some pictures that are just so painful, and I remember taking them and how happy I was on those individual days, and I remember thinking to myself at the end of each of those nights that I wanted to die because I wouldn't see another one exactly like it. It can't all be over at 26. It just can't be. I want happiness again. I want that kind of happiness. And I don't want it to hurt so much each time.