There is nothing that makes the unbearable bearable.

If you realize life is short, you break up with your gay boyfriend and get a real boyfriend.

If love was a disease, I’d been cured.

That’s the thing about dying. Nobody knows how long it takes.

Life would be so much simpler if guys were like mood rings, and they changed color when they liked you.

Trying to imagine heaven could be like... trying to picture the fourth dimension. We can’t do it. But that doesn’t mean it’s not there.

Sometimes it’s hard to hear when we’ve done something wrong. But we can learn from our mistakes.

Looking back at that conversation, I can’t help wondering: Did I know? Did I know what was coming, and did I think that as long as I wouldn’t let Livvie say the words, they wouldn’t be true?

It’s insane to think how fast the unthinkable becomes the normal.

Apparently being Cinderella isn’t so bad after all.