The whole "misery loves company" thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

When I meet someone I like being with more than I like being alone, I'll marry her.

It was the same night I gave myself to him completely, knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.

I will find the good in this loss. I will make something happen that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.