I love drugs, but I hate hangovers, and the hatred of the hangover wins by a landslide every time.

People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find loneliness to be the best state in the union to live in.

Try to love someone who you want to hate, because they are just like you, somewhere inside, in a way you may never expect, in a way that resounds so deeply within you that you cannot believe it.

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

Some people are that – more than a parent, more than a role model, more than anything less than a religion.

Thankfully, beauty is easier to remove than apply, and a swipe of demaquillage in the right direction and you are you once again.