I understood we used to be close. But they were like books i'd read two summer ago; I knew I'd liked them, but I couldn't tell you now what they'd been about.

How could any of us truly appreciate our lives if we had nothing else to compare them to?

My enemies are everywhere. And sometimes, those we least suspect turn out to be our biggest threats.

I'm sorry, okay, I'm not perfect, but I'm trying.

People might look great on the outside but they all have something that they're dealing with.

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A

We killed an innocent girl