I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

When someone rips your heart out, there's nothing you can do to change how you feel about them. You just have to keep feeling that way until it goes away. Until it never does.

No one can save me except myself.

Walks are never as good during the day. At night, when everyone's apartments are lit up and you can see inside, that's where the action is. Everything about this fascinates me. Windows, lampposts, building facades. Looking into other people's lives. The way it all comes together, this entity greater than the sum of its parts. I feel inspired. I'm excited about my future life.

Things don’t get better just because you want them to.

but then you realize that this ‘whole package’ everyone’s looking for is unattainable. No one can be everything you want them to be.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.