I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

It's the worst thing to fall in love with someone who will never stop disappointing you.

(mother)" She used to tell me to get my nose out of my book and go get some fresh air.

No scratch the word "career". Careers are people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck. This is merely a job. I can take or leave this place. I start to imagine quitting and following my yet-to-be-determined passion.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.