Usually My Characters, Though Young,

[s]he Leans Into This Guy And Rocks Her Head Like I’m Making This Music For Her, When If I Could, I Would Take It All Away And Give Her As Much Silence As She’s Given Me Pain.

We Believe In The Wrong Things. That's What Frustrates Me The Most. Not The Lack Of Belief, But The Belief In The Wrong Things. You Want Meaning? Well, The Meanings Are Out There. We're Just So Damn Good At Reading Them Wrong.

It's Not The Loving That Hurts This Girl; It's The Understanding Of It For What It Is, That It Will Never Be Returned In The Same Way, That Threatens To Destroy Her. But To Unload The Words - "i Love You" - On An Innocent Party Who Didn't Ask For It, To Reach Across The Dark Space And Touch Him - It's Like The World She Knows Could End If She Dared Speak These Words, Dared Make Such A Move.

I Want To Believe There Is A Somebody Out There For Me. I Want To Believe That I Exist To Be There For That Somebody.

I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness In All Of My Books.