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.

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.