All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.

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