I’ve already lived through the worst time of my life. So I know that whatever happens to me from now on, nothing will ever be as bad as it was back then. That makes me happy.

It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.

No one can save me except myself.

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.

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.

We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected.

I want revenge, but I don't want to screw up my karma.