I can't believe I said that out loud. The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.

I need something, I want to be close to and I scream, but I still don't know why I do it. Cause the sound never stays it just swells and decays, so what is the point? The truth is all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten

Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself so very seriously.

When it's too late to be late, I don't show up at all. The gaps in my diaries speak volumes about me. I've done something wrong - at least I've done something

Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill? We had our knives drawn. They were as sharp as we were in love. If God crossed us, we'd take all his drugs, burn his money and his house dwon and wait for the fire to spread

I cant count the times Ive cursed our lack of urgency. If I ever love again I wont wait to love the best I can. We thought we were young and there would be time to love in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love

Because it's okay to fall down, it's okay to crumble. I've seen this before, you said you wanted to crawl down deep inside, but at this point, after last year, I'm happy to be alive

I feel like changing but I've lost control. I just can't find my heart. I thought I was winning by burning bridges and tearing things apart.

I can roll with you for a few, but I can't come home to you. Although I love the way we kick it, we both know it ain't that serious

I was only acting, baby, only acting, baby. You were only acting baby. Overacting, baby. Don't confuse it with love.