Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have..

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?.

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..

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair..

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never..

Never before have I imagined my life without him—like this house, he is my only point of reference in this difficult existence, this unstable and fri….

How can something so wrong feel so right?.

Even though I'm surrounded by pupils, there is the invisible screen screen between us, and behind the glass wall I am screaming - screaming in my own….

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..

It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eve….

Do I realy regret that night? That one moment of joy beyond compare – some people never experience it in a lifetime. But the downside to that taste o….

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….

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too..

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me..

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . ..

At what point does a fly give up trying to escape through a closed window – do its survival instincts keep it going until it is physically capable of….

I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurre….

I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you of all people. Throughout my life you were the one person I could turn to. The one person I could always count on ….

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible..

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person..

I love you in–in every kind of way.’ ‘I feel like that too . . .’ His voice is shocked and raw. ‘It’s – it’s a feeling so big I sometimes think it’s ….