This is all because of lies?" he asked.
"This is all because of love." I told him, my lower lip trembling. "Or maybe it's all the same. Maybe it will always be the same with me!

“Well, to what do we owe the honor of your presence?" I asked snidely. National …”

“My god, Portland was fucking weird sometimes.”

“And that was the one place I swore I’d never be again.To love was to hurt.”

“Do you think because you can't see my scars that they don't exist?”