I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good”. Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

The fights are always the same

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.