I want revenge, but I don't want to screw up my karma.
How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?
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.
But you can't get to the place you most want to be without taking a chance.
Not even a repeat of Dawson’s Creek makes me feel better.
When someone rips your heart out, there's nothing you can do to change how you feel about them. You just have to keep feeling that way until it goes away. Until it never does.