No one can save me except myself.

It’s interesting how you can know someone for a long time, and then one day you just see them in this whole different way.

How can someone who means so much to a person mean nothing the next day?

School would be way more tolerable if everyone wasn’t so afraid to be who they really are. And if everyone else would let them.

No one can be everything you want them to be.

Do you want to be with Dave for the rest of your life?” Then he rips off a piece of paper and picks up the smallest charcoal stick from my set. He writes something. He passes it over to me. It says: Time will tell. “And while you’re waiting,” he says, “don’t settle for anything less than what you really want.

But life’s never easy when you need it to be.