“She had me alright. I was a fucked up mess. I should have known it was hopeless to try to get her out of my system and nothing could make me fall out of love.”

“If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have her cook for me. I would never have to write I’d just pretend.”

“Then she smiled and told me I was cute, and that I should be careful, and I asked her why, then she said that she might fall for me, but I know she was joking, because who would want to fall for me? I'm a mess.”

“So I knew then that she loved me; and I therefore loved her. I have always known that I will inevitably fall in love with any woman who loves me.”

“Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too.""Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.""In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.”

“It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.”