"I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at the end of the day that's what we're all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we're all the same."
"As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong."
"I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?"
"At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never."
"At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves."
"I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?"