Sometimes moving on takes effort. Sometimes moving on is harder than it looks.
Want to get in trouble with me, Carlos?
Truth is, it’s a relief to finally put my life in the hands of someone I trust.
There are no rules to attraction. Jake is nothing like who I wanted.
Isn’t that why we’re put on this earth to begin with, to make it a better place? It’s not a religious quest; it’s a humanitarian one.
Is anyone human actually normal? I’m beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.
Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
I now know why people break up in e-mails and text messages. Doing it face-to-face is so hard because you have to stand in front of the person and witness their reaction. Face their wrath.
Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.
It’s as if I’m taking away his pain and he’s taking away mine.
Daddy, What’s the horizontal tango?
I wish my life was a John Grisham novel. His heroes always seem to be one step away from death but come up with a brilliant plan. Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow.
I’m ready for something private, private and real.
From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.
Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working.
Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.
It’s not Brittney’s face, not her smile, not even her eyes. All of that surface stuff made the world see her as beautiful, but it was the deeper stuff that made her different.
My history defines who I am.
I can’t sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.
You shouldn’t love me. I don’t deserve you.