I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.

If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.

There are things that can harm a lot more than physically.

Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when you have no choice?

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.