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

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

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.

Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

It was love because it was worth it.

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