Porcelain Letters

The day I find someone who will let me wear a vial of their blood on a necklace will be the day I’ve found my soulmate.

All roads lead back to how I felt at 13.

I want to become one of those authors who only becomes famous after their death. (I’m scared of my family ever discovering and reading my writing while I’m still alive)

I’m slowly becoming exactly like the worst person I ever met, and that probably explains a lot of my feelings about my life lately.

I’m in an eternal state of feeling like Rory when she was crying to Richard that everything was falling apart and she didn’t know what to do.