..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Closure. I loathe that word.

Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.