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Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart & mind. I love thinking of you.

I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.

Sometimes, I’m the mess. Sometimes, I’m the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

That’s what friends do: they notice things. They’re there for each other. They see what parents don’t.

I don’t express my true feelings because i’m afraid you will leave.

The moment I start to feel under appreciated I distance myself. I don’t care to be anything to anyone who doesn’t crave me. I don’t want to be anywhere that I’m not missed every time my presence is missing…

‘I’ve decided to give you up,’ she said.

Sometimes I wonder why nobody wants to know the person behind my mask, then I realize I put the mask up so not even I would have to know myself.

Some people are poison. But some people are the antidote.

Sometimes, you gotta pretend everything is okay.