“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?”

“How can something so wrong feel so right?”

“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 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...”

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