It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?