I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.
I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.
What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.