the book
Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer—it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
the only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you.