And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

Anything can happen in one day.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.