“I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”

“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”

“Maybe you will never be able to forgive me, but I wanted you to know I had the best intentions-and I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”

“I try not to be scared, you know. But I still ruin everything. I still fuck up.”

“Everyone was fucked up in their own way; as before, it was a mark of one’s individuality.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist.FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.”