It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?

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 needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

Every fiction has its base in fact.