Resisting Is Worth Doing.

I Ignore My Fear. When I Make Decisions, I Pretend It Doesn't Exist.

She’s Not Pretty, That Word Is Too Small. She Is Not Like The Girls I Used To Stare At, All Bend And Curve And Softness. She Is Small But Strong, And Her Bright Eyes Demand Attention. Looking At Her Is Like Waking Up.

Little Girl, He Called Me. A Little Girl Who Is Stressed Out To The Point Of Paranoia. That Is Not Me, But Now, It's Who The Candor Think I Am.

He Pus His Lips Next To My Ear And Says, “you Look Good, Tris.

Some Things Are Hard To Let Go Of.