I Am Here Because Of Love.

I Can't Pretend To Know What Love Is. It Just Is.

Even Though I'm Seventeen, I Guess I Still Thought This Would Always Be True - That There Would Always Be That Lost-and-found, And Not The Lost-and-still-lost That I Am Now Trapped Inside.

She Is So Lost In Her Sadness That She Has No Idea How Visible It Is.

I Am Constantly Torn Between Killing Myself And Killing Everyone Around Me.

There Will Always Be More Questions. Every Answer Leads To More Questions. The Only Way To Survive Is To Let Some Of Them Go.