People are allowed to change for the better, you know. But it’s kind of hard when you won’t let them.

While not as common as they used to be, entire groups of people with what seems like an infinite amount of time on their hands to be angry about something that doesn’t even affect them in the slightest, still exist.

You’re going to have to push a hell of a lot harder if you want me to give up on you, darlin’.

I've lived my life devoid of the whole teenage angst for so long, I'm not sure I can handle all this. I'm not built dor it.

Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I guess. Or because I’m the cat curiosity is scheduled to kill in approximately six hours.

I could feel myself sliding into a role I would probably suffer from for the rest of my life. One I'd be stuck with if I never made it out of this shit-hole town at least.

Wasted potential . . . really bothers me.

You're going to have to push a hell of a lot harder if you want me to give up on you, darlin'.

Thinking he was so goddamned pretty was bad enough. I didn't want to actually like the guy. The way he smiled at me was making it hard, though.

While not as common as they used to be, entire groups of people with what seems like an infinite amount of time on their hands to be angry about something that doesn't even affect them in the slightest, still exist.