I would always wait to take you home.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.