I slowly realized that perfectionism just not that important. What's more important is to try to love the people around you. Whatever that means at a particular time is the best you can do.

How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.

It's Not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil.

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined, I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me. But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her.