This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

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

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.