The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

My thing is that I'm in love with love. Actually, I'm in love with the possibility of true love. Which could be considered a major problem.

For one day there will be nothing left, yet we will have something. -me- I tried to wait for my life to begin. Something has to happen. Like an amazing boy. I know he's out there. I just have to find him.

Things fall apart, even when you think they're stronger than anything you could ever imagine.

When your heart is shattered into a million pieces, all you can do is try to keep holding on. You breathe. You try to fall asleep. You try to not think about him.

Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.

Do you believe in fate?" "I guess, but . . . its more about creatng the life you want so you can make that fate a reality. You know?