"You will not be the same person anymore, you’ll leave them behind, along with everyone else. You’ll become your books, your favorite coffee, the music you listen to, the poetry you write. You’ll be the art you make, the person you love, the mask you wear. You’ll be the fake smile, the real cries. You will be dropped, and broken, you will pick up the pieces on your own and see that no one else will be their to sweep them up. You’ll open the door for them to enter your life, and shut it on their way out. You will be pushed and pulled, you will feel yourself ripping from the seams. You will feel more when things are going wrong, and forget what happiness really is when things are going right. You will find that when they leave, they’re gone. Not everything deserves a second chance, because first impressions can mean everything. You’ll teach yourself right even if it’s someone else’s wrong. You’ll learn that happiness is different for everyone, and so is life."
"For too damn long, I’ve apologized to the men I’ve loved, for not being THAT pretty. For not being THAT skinny. For not being THIS, for not being THAT. I’ve said, “I’m sorry I’m not good enough.” Since the age of thirteen, like I say my name, it’s become the default of the question, “who are you?” I am so tired of beating myself up, tearing myself down. My body is not a goddamn temple, it’s the house I grew up in, and I don’t know why I keep trying to burn it down."