I'd spent so long trying to fit in,trying to be someone i wasn't,that i had no idea who i was any more.

The only thing for it is to use men for sex and never let any of them get so close they could hurt you.

I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.

That's what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

Share too much and someone can hurt you.

To know other people thought he'd made a mistake vindicated me. I wasn't a bad girlfriend, he was simply going through a period of temporary insanity and he'd come to his senses soon.

Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that build up of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out. - My Bestfriend's Girl -