You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
I don’t want to be special. I want to be like everyone else.
There are no kids like me. I’m the only one left.