I say that I’m not into you like that, Camryn, because..,” he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, “…because...

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

I’m not a follower. I never have been. But I’ll definitely become someone I’m not for a few hours if it’ll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw...

Never thought I’d intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems.