I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's all a dream. I think it's all wonderful and terrible. And I give up in the nicest way.

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

And if I'm being honest, I don't think I have an ex-boyfriend who would have something mean to say about me.

How can you go wrong with two people in love? Goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. Love is love, and there will never be too much.

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

I read on the Internet that I was dead.

My whole life, people have been saying, "Why are you so angry?"