In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

I can't take this pain away for her. I can't make it better. It's all I want to do - make it better - make her feel better, but I understand grief. It's a bitch. Grief has to work itself out. It can either consume you or you can move on and at this point it's consuming her.

On angel's wings, love flew in.

I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that's only if you fit into the mold people have made for you.