I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.

I just want to write. It's like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they're written down, they're somehow set free and I can move on.

We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected.

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

But the absolute worst was when people asked if I was okay. Because then I had to admit that it was real, it happened, and we weren't together anymore.

My hair is so scary that if you saw it walking down the street, you'd cross to the other side. This humidity is not helping. It's just an excuse for my hair to let its frizz flag fly.

She's not going to let go until she sees for herself that there's nothing left to hold on to.