"There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind."
"I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it."
"I don’t think I’ll get over his smile. To be honest, I don’t want to."
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”