I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.

My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be.

Danger comes in many forms, I suppose. For some people, it might be jumping off a bridge or climbing impossible moutains. For others, it could be a tawdry love affair or telling off a mean-looking bus driver because he doesn't like to stop for noisy teenagers. It could be cheating at cards or eating a peanut even though you're allergic. For me, danger might be getting out from the protective cloak of my family and venturing into the world more of my own, even though I don't know what- or who- awaits me.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?