I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam "Okay"-Mia "So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam "I'm scared of losing you"-Mia "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam "It still scares me"- Mia

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.