We are perfect in our imperfection.
Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.
I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy
Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?
I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.
The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless