She'll never love you like I do.
She'll never know that you are lying or if you are sad by the colour of your eyes, and she'll never know what smile means what.
And if she says she does. She's lying.

I can hold my liquor much longer than my mother ever held me.

I know what you're doing.
And it's going to backfire on you.

'Remember that story I told you? You were the princess.'

I cried and cried at your funeral. But I was really crying for myself.

I try to drink the pain away.
It doesn't work.

Love
always feels like abuse.

I still love you.
I'm scared that you don't feel the same way.
But God, I still hope you do.

I'm glad that the last Christmas with you was the best we've ever had.
I miss you. Sleep tight.

I've caught him in too many lies to ever believe a single word he says now.