It's not that I fall in love easily, it's that I see parts of myself in other people, I feel sorry for them, and I want to help. I just want someone to love me back for never giving up on them, and I don't want them to give up on me either.

Sometimes I cry not because I'm sad, but because I realize I am happy.

To My Last Love. I don't miss you. I'm just sad that we can't talk anymore. You were the only one who knew you were hurting me, and I was just too weak let you go. And for that I love you. Not like I once did, but for being smart enough to realize you were just as broken as I was. I knew I was hurting you too, I just didn't care.