Well, let's see, I found out Pagan has low blood sugar and becomes a complete b--witch if she doesn't eat a candy bar during a stressful moment.

I'm not good for you. I don't know why you make me want you so bad. I was angry with myself when I said all that earlier. I was mad because I wanted you in a way I'd never experienced before. Before you, I just wanted to excel in football and school. I wanted my parents to be proud of me. But now, I want other things too. You get to me in a way I don't understand

I will do anything. Anything, Blaire, just to be near you. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t focus on anything. So never think you’re inconveniencing me. You need me, I’m there.

The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.

Be glad I don't have my gun because right now I'm considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.

I just bared my soul to you and all I get is an ‘okay’?

I'm not losing you again. You're with me. I want you there beside me. Always.