Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

I don’t want to sleep alone,” she says gently. And I don’t force her to. Sarai falls fast asleep curled up next to me in my bed. Right where I want her.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

I think it was the one thing I didn’t like about him or about guys in general: when a girl says she doesn’t want to talk about it, the truth is that she usually does. I wanted him to pry it out of me. Of course, I would’ve pretended to be a little angry that he didn’t just leave me alone, but eventually I would’ve told him, when I was tired of pretending.

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.