You get to choose if you get hurt in this world. But you do have some say in who hurts you.

That's the thing about pain... it demands to be felt.

Some infinities are bigger than others

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I decided, then, that funerals are for the living

The girl who cried,
The friend who tried,
The boy who died.