I've come to realise that Peter Pan's not real, and there is no such thing as Neverland; growing up is inevitable...And some things hurt...A whole bunch.

I trust so little, and love so much.

No one knows what you feel inside, and most of the time you don't either, so the pain swells until it's overflowing, and you can't stop it; that brings even more pain.

Loves a two-way street. That's the way it should be; the way it works; what makes a 'happy, fairy tale ending' possible.

She's afraid she'll die without him. But what scares her the most is the fact that he might be able to live without her.

How cool would it be; just you and me; louder than the rest of the world. You and me against the rest of the world.

Nothing is ever as we imagine it to be, that's why it hurts so goddamn much when everything falls apart.

GOD! This ache is killing me, I can't erase it and it won't ease up.

Sometimes my mood drops and I can't stop the sobs that wrack my body, nor can I hold my own weight.

No one really knows how anything is going to end, you just have to take that chance and hope you'll keep strong whatever the outcome.