Imperfections create character.
I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.
God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.
....a perfect paper airplane.
Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.
It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)