I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that’s only if you fit into the mold people have made for you.

In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

I can’t take this pain away for her. I can’t make it better. It’s all I want to do – make it better – make her feel better, but I understand grief. It’s a bitch....

On angel’s wings, love flew in.