No one can save me except myself.

That's the tricky thing about being bonded to someone for life. Blake and his dad are bonded like I'm bonded with Erin. We're irrevocably tied together by history, a history that can never be erased. Even if you want to deny it, even it you want to pretend it never existed, it will always be a part of you. It will always, in some way, define who you are.

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

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.

You'll get through this. And I know it's impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

You can’t violate someone’s trust and expect there to be no consequences.

There's this total manwhore phenomenon happening, where even the geeks are player now. It's like Manhattan is this giant playground and guys want to keep playing forever.