I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.