i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.