They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

She knew how you went about falling in love; she did not know how you went about falling into trust.

I realize that I quite like this girl. It’s not just that she’s so pretty the words fly out of my mind before they can leave my mouth—it’s that when we’re chatting, I feel like I’ve known her all my life.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.