I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

No, but I've never been one for wise ideas," he says. "I believe in irrational, fleeting decisions that keep life interesting. And life needs to be interesting because we've got only one of them to live.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

Please don't go. I just got you back

You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Because of her right there. Do you know what Daisy would do if you ever cheated on her." "Move on to the next guy that told her she has nice tits." "Okay, you're probably right on that one.

You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.