Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

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

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

And in high school, people are always watching so there's always a reason to pose.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true—that aren't really how we feel—but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about.

People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

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.