All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

Anything that kills hope is a sin

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.