This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.

But if your boyfriend, out of nowhere and with no advance warning whatsoever, dumps you for no apparent reason, is it really about you? Or is it all him?

I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.

It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.

The stupid thing about anger is how people hurt you and then you let them keep hurting you by being angry about how they originally hurt you. It’s a vicious cycle.

You can’t violate someone’s trust and expect there to be no consequences.

He never gives up on who I am or who I could be. He doesn't run away when things get complicated.