“Is the only reason you get out of bed because you can’t sleep anymore? I’m like that sometimes.”

“And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?”

“You’ll leave me the second it gets too steep, and you’ll leave me with nothing – when I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in life. You’re all I think about, dream about. I get high and low and it’s not about you now, it’s not even about me anymore. I can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t concentrate worth shit anymore and it’s all because I want to be the fucking ‘one’ for you.”

“Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.”

“You are the reason I get out of bed. To tell you that I have gotten out of bed.”

“Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.”