My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

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

It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.