I know you think she was the one, but I don’t. You’re just remembering the good stuff.

I love how she makes me feel… like anything is possible, like lie is worth it.

You know what sucks? Realizing that everything you believe in you believe in, is complete and utter bullshit.

There’s no such thing as love. It’s a fantasy.

Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

We’re weirdos. But that’s who we are. And that’s fine.

Why is it pretty girls think they can treat people like crap and get away with it?

I like being on my own. Relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young. We live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Might as well have fun while we can and save the serious stuff for later.

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of life.

People don’t realize this, but loneliness is overrated.