I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?

In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.