Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

It was love because it was worth it.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

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

Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?

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.