"And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in.
Truth is I get jealous easily because what’s mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a f*ck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.