Lost in my own imaginations.

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

Acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.

In life you’re actually the biggest plug. It is your own energy that turns the lights on or off.

We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away.

Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.

And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.