At moments when life is at its worst there are two things you can do: 1.) break down,lose hope and refuse to go on while lying face down on the ground banging your fists and kicking your legs, or 2.) laugh. Bobby and I did the latter.

I can only assume that there’s only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that’s not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

I think I need to face what I could have been in order to understand and accept what I am.

I can’t even think about what life “could have been” like in Boston, without crying. It’s like deja-vu, I don’t think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

you will always be my favorite hello and hardest goodbye. P.S. i will always love you