I can't tell if I'm getting better... or just used to the pain...

I want you to love me at my worst...

You're not my friend, friends don't look at each other like we do.

Just think...in most fairy tales they don't find each other till the last page...

Promise me that we will survive, that you won't give up. No matter what happens, no matter how hopeless things get.

I found I scream the same way if a piece of seaweed touches my foot or I'm about to be eaten by a Great White.

His eyes I must confess, gave a reason for my every breath

Only my pillow knows I'm not okay...

There are easier things in life than finding a good guy...like nailing Jell-O to a tree for instance

I'm so hungry I'd sell my grandmother for a tic-tac