Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.

I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.

I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.