If someone’s always looking at you like you’ve done something wrong, talking to you like you’ve done something wrong, treating you like you’ve done something wrong, I mean, you start to believe that you’ve done something wrong!
I didn’t defend myself, I killed the crap out of him.
Finding out what happened to this girl isn’t gonna make a difference to anyone. She’s still gonna be dead, you’re still gonna be sick, and I’m still gonna be who I am.
The password for the WiFi is MOTHER, all caps.
Nobody is taking him away from me.
It’s you and me. It’s always been you and me. We belong to each other.
It’s the hardest thing of all, to let go of someone you love.
I’m not going down without a fight, and no one’s gonna stop me.
I think one of us has a problem. And I’m tired of the assumption being that it’s me.
I like women. Maybe from spending so many years close to my mother.
I had an idea when I moved here of how life was gonna be. And, oh, okay, sure, while life can be disappointing, no one prepared me for the colossal frickin’ face-dive off a cliff that living in this crazy-ass town really is.