I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us