I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

Sometimes life happens.

I love you enough to never make you choose.

Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.

As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho

The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.

He loved me.Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.

What's the use of complaining about something you have no intentions of changing it?

For those who have known pain and suffering and wondered why it all happened... I don’t know the reasons why, I just know that you must keep believing in hope and eventually you will get through.

To forget oneself-to lose oneself in the music, in the moment- that kind of absorption seems to be at the heart of every creative endeavor.

The blank page is the great equalizer and grand opportunity for continued learning and growth.

I swear, the reason for full moons is so the gods can more clearly see the mischief they create.

You're not always able to choose.

There is little more powerful than when truth joins action.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything.

I realize that just my personality is, that I've gotta stay focused. I can't be too distracted.