The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin with a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration . . . And God created the whole universe from an atom no bigger than a thought.

I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist