Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I didn't want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough to stand on its own. Something I could remember without any pain. - Kate

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.