And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.

In what twisted universe would a girl who's just been dumped still want to be friends with the boy who dumped her?

Waiting for my real life to start is no excuse to waste the life I have right now.

Because if you take a risk, you just might find what you're looking for.

I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.

I have a theory that the answers to all of life's major questions can found in a John Mayer song.

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.