What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
I wish for the thing that is best for me.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?
I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?
Boys turns girls into such idiots.