No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

I’m conflicted. On one hand, I want to stay in and catch up on The Vampire Diaries, but there’s this really awesome restaurant I’ve been wanting to try out.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

I just don’t see the point of talking unless there’s something to say.

He knows what I'm about to say--he always does. He is my best friend, my soul mate. In a perfect world, full of roses and sunshine we'd be together, but this is full of broken.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.