" I’ve written too many metaphors about you breaking my bones and burning my veins. But how else can I describe the way you destroyed me from the inside out? "
" Is it me? Am I the reason people always leave? "
" This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul. "