Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.

Change your mind about playing doctor?" "No, but I hear candy-striper uniforms are pretty cute.

I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.

I’m glad you think so. I’ve always considered my sense of humor to be largely underappreciated, so it’s nice to finally meet a fan.

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

Maybe I won't look so bad when you're not standing next to me.