Sometimes the best things are the ones that aren’t planned, the decisions made while living in the moment.

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.

The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

Please don't go. I just got you back