Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

Possibilities ...in the closet ...itching ...to break out ...but afraid of ...the fallout

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.