And things were back to normal except we were just friends.

people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

I'm not saying she was lying to me, but she just acted so different before I got to know her, and if she really isn't like what she was at the beginning, I wish she could have just said so.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.