Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.

Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.

I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her entirely. No matter how strong or weak I was, she was a part of me, as crucial as my own heart. I would never be strong enough, in all my life, to do without her.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.