If I'm Being Honest

If I was going to commit to someone, I wanted him to be worth the worry, worth the part of me I was going to give him.

I know the truth can hurt, even when you need to hear it.

Elle wasn’t a perfect friend. Our friendship wasn’t perfect. I know that now in a way I didn’t before. But just because it wasn’t perfect doesn’t mean it’s worth giving up on.

It’s not hard to be with someone you love. It’s the most natural thing in the world,

Forgiveness is the release that washes the poison from my veins, the anger and envy I could never get rid of no matter how often I apologized. It's impossibly, beautifully easy.

I could wither under his words and feel inferior or I could rise to them and become a better version of myself.

What the hell?” Jeff asks, irritated. “Bethany was one hundred percent going to put out. You owe me.” “Please. You owe me the ten minutes of my life I’ll never get back.

I tilt my head just enough to tell Autumn I heard her, but I don’t care enough to respond. I have things to do.