People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.
I guess that’s what saying good-bye is always like — like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do but let go.
If your suicidal and still alive, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If your suffering from an eating disorder and still eating, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If your suffering from a mental illness and your fighting, I’m so. Fucking. Proud. Of. You.
I was half in love with her by the time I sat down. That’s the stupid thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you half fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.