I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

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

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.