Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street; faster than the winds, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.

There are no rules when it comes to love.

Middle school was what programmed me to be semi-insecure, like, all of the time. I didn’t fit in….I’d stand on the outside of the circle but I was never really in. That’s when I started to realize there’s this thing called rejection.

I’d rather be at home and eat ice cream than go out and get wasted.

I think everyone should approach relationships from the perspective of playing it straight and giving someone the benefit of the doubt. Until he establishes that this is a game. And if it's a game, you need to win. The best thing to do is just walk away from the table.

Relationships are like traffic lights. And I just have this theory that I can only exist in a relationship if it's a green light.

she thinks I'm psycho cause I like to rhyme her name with things.