the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

I never went for the talkers.

Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

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

I'd dressed up and hoped and I was so tired of doing that, so tired of dreaming and being unable to stop it despite the fact that I'd seen, maybe better than anyone here, what dreams could do to you.

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