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

You'll get through this. And I know it's impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

That's the cool thing about having a best friend. They know what your pain feels like already, so you don't have to explain it.

Love isn't logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

The only person I can count on is myself. It's up to me to create the life I want. I can't blame my parents or Scott or anyone else for the way things are.

It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.

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.