I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

Soul Alone by Hannah Baker I meet your eyes you don't even see me You hardly respond when I whisper hello Could be my soul mate two kindred spirits Maybe we're not I guess we'll never know My own mother you carried me in you Now you see nothing but what I wear People ask you how I'm doing You smile and nod don't let it end there Put me underneath God's sky and know me don't just see me with your eyes Take away this mask of flesh and bone and See me for my soul alone