You have two choices: You can focus on the things that break your heart, or you can focus on the things that keep it together. No matter what, it’s up to you.

Books are dangerous. They pull you in and make you fall in love or totally destroy you. For the time being of course. Then you finish it and those feelings linger around in agony until you start another and the whole process happens again.

Throw. Books. Away. He might as well have stabbed me right in the heart.

God, I’m awkward even in my own head.

The hardest thing I’ve ever done was accept an apology I was never given.

I live every day like it could be my last. Enjoy every second I have. I don’t waste time worrying over unimportant details.