In Life We're Most Hell-bent On Proving

Is The Depressing Part That He's Only Half Right - It's Not That She Doesn't Need Rescuing But That Nobody Else Will Be Able To Do It? She Has Always Somehow Known That She Is The One Who Will Have To Rescue Herself. Or Maybe What's Depressing Is That This Knowledge Seems Like It Should Make Life Easier, And Instead It Makes It Harder.

I Actually Liked The Disolation Of Winter; It Was The Season When It Was Okay To Be Unhappy. If I Were To Ever Kill Myself, I Thought It Would Be In The Summer.

..and I Thought How Liking A Boy Was Just The Same As Believing You Wanted To Know A Secret - Everything Was Better When You Were Denied And Could Feel Tormented By Curiousity Or Loneliness. But The Moment Of Something Happening Was Treacherous. It Was Just So Tiring To Have To Worry About Whether Your Face Was Peeling, Or To Have To Laugh At Stories That Weren’t Funny.

Anyone Who's Really Interested In Anything Spends Time Alone.

There Are People We Treat Wrong And Later We're Prepared To Treat Other People Right. Perhaps This Sounds Mercenary, But I Feel Grateful For These Trial Relationships, And I Would Like To Think It All Evens Out - Surely, Unknowingly, I Have Served As Practice For Other People.