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.

Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.

I just want to write. It's like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they're written down, they're somehow set free and I can move on.

No one can save me except myself.

No two people can see the world in the same way. No matter what you’re looking at, no one is seeing it the same way you are.

Just because a person chooses to express themselves in an extreme way doesn't mean they have an extreme personality.

I'm trying to paint an underwater ocean scene. It's just not working. My queen angelfish is supposed to have these bright yellow eyes and electric-blue stripes along the edge of her fin. Instead, it looks like I'm trying to paint a fried egg with some blue bacon. Maybe I can pass it off as postmodern.