It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

...sometimes, you have to break your own heart.

It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word.

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

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.