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

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

And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

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

Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you.

..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?