You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can
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.
...sometimes, you have to break your own heart.
Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.
Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.
And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.