How did we keep getting so lost in a midnight world? Why did we continue lamenting as we wounded our hearts and were cut apart?

When you're alone and you feel sad, try reading a book. Try touching someone's heart. Try to imagine what they were thinking, what they wanted to convey. If you do that, you might get something amazing.

When someone is force to realize that the road he'd been working hard to make progress on was no different from the place he'd started, and when he realized that he had in fact gone backward, all that person can do is face the pale sky and lament.

There was no other way to say it. After being heartbroken for so long, I had made myself completely numb inside. Maybe not from physical pain, but anything emotional, yes. Sexual pleasure? Numb to that, too. I’d have been a great actress. After all, I had the perfect, mind-blowing orgasm down to an art. Suppose I deserve an Oscar for that.

When you let people know how much you love them, infact (UN-INTENTIONALLY) you make them aware too that how much they may hurt you.

I know the guys are heartbroken that we lost. But these guys have not quit.