In midair, dangling lost above the world.

You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.

When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.

The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.