There’s the part of me that knows it, but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.

His words are the air I breathe. The fluid that hydrates me. The food that nourishes me. They’re everything giving me everything I need.

I’m not trying to be a jerk here, but you’re the one who’s been hot and cold with me. I wasn’t planning on chasing around after you, waiting for you to decide I’m worthy. I don’t work that way.

I learned a long time ago not to put my happiness in someone else’s hands because you can never trust them not to drop it.

I squeeze my eyes shut as though that will somehow make it go away, but I know it won’t. It happened and there’s no changing it. No changing any of the things that happen to us. All there is to do is move on. Starting now.

I can’t believe my music isn’t inspiring you. Guys who play guitar are supposed to be hot, right? I know I find hotness inspiring.

There once was a girl who didn’t know her name. One day she found out it had been Lonely. It was the day she discovered that wasn’t her anymore, and then she didn’t know her name again.

What’s the point in protecting yourself when it keeps you from feeling anything?

Don’t listen to them,” “There’s nothing wrong with you,” “Just forget about it” are just words. Sure, they may make the speaker feel better, but it’s hard for the person hearing them to actually let it seep into their brains and hearts.

It’s hard sometimes to see through the fog, the pain, hurt, fear and everything else we live with every day. Virginia Woolf couldn’t do it. Annette Klinger couldn’t, either. My heart breaks for them – that they couldn’t get the help they needed for a disease they couldn’t control.