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

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

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

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

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

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