and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

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

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

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

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.