Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.

I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

Change can be good. It just depends on what we make of it.

Despite what I said about staying the way we were, I changed. I, who have always believed in speaking my mind and made it my mission to uncover the truth, have found myself keeping secrets. Sometimes life is more complicated than the simple rules we make for it.

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.