Self-doubt imprisons those that never overcome it.

Change takes time, forethought and knowledge, as well as an envisioned goal.

Real love is more than a physical feeling. If there's even the slightest doubt in your head about a guy, then forget about it. It's not real.

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing on everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings.

Rise above the storm and you will find the sunshine.

I'm going to always rise above the doubt that may exist about me.