To rise from the ashes only to have them rain on you from above.
My mother is quite the character. You'd hate her. Sometimes I think I hate her too, but mainly I feel sorry for her. Which is kind of worse.
Love isn't a choice. I can't control how I feel about him any more than I can control the sun in the sky. But what I can do is control what I do with those feelings.
Try and make it right, and if you can't, that's on them, not you. Forgiveness shouldn't be stockpiled by anyone. It should be given freely.
The human heart isn't meant to be caged by someone who doesn't feed it.
I’m scared of him. I’m disgusted by the vile monster he becomes, this beast he lets out. But I still love him. I’d still do anything for him. I can’t just turn off my heart. I want to, I do, but I can...
Better to be a catalyst for change than a martyr for lies.
