You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people’s and I really have no right to whine at all.

A bus ride is like being in another world.

A real fighter never cries, never lets the weight of any blow bring him down. Except that final blow, the inevitable one, but even then they always go out like men.