Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed there, regardless.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.