The thing you should know about the devil is that he’s quite reliable. You can always count on him to be beside you when you’re at your lowest. He’s very loyal; he’ll stick around. He is very thoughtful, the Devil, he really is. He’s memorized every dark secret you’ve whispered at night, every single blackened thought that you’ve tucked away in the corners of your mind. He seeks them out and polishes every last one of them. The Devil pays attention to you and knows exactly what you want; he never fails to give you advise on how to get it. How about murder? Too extreme? Well a little white lie wouldn’t hurt, dear, it really wouldn’t.

The tears I have shed are green, because Life is pain. If you breathe, you are vulnerable, and you will be hurt. That is inevitable. But life is also change. Every experience shapes us into something different. Sometimes, that "something different" puts you in a low place, and sometimes it brings you out of one. The point is, we are all always changing, therefore, life is also hope. And if you have hope, there will always be a way to be better, little by little. My tears are green, because the fact that I feel that pain in the first place means I'm alive. It is because of all of my wounds and scars, all of the regrets and anguish, that I grow.