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.

Now that I know where this life is going, it's time to decide how I'll get there.

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

Tell me about it. It’s so hard to deal with a single parent. They take out all their anxiety on you. It’s like, she’s so angry all the time. And I didn’t even do anything!” “That’s so wrong.” “Yeah.” “Where’s your dad?” “I don’t know. My mom had me when she was still in high school, so . . .” “You don’t see him at all?” “No, and I don’t want to. I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.

If I’d stopped believing that my life would eventually get better, I don’t think I would have survived high school.

I'd rather be weird and happy than normal and miserable.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.