I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit, so I'll most likely overlook your (moronic) two cents if they are made. I'm not here to explain my thoughts or opinion to anyone. We can agree to disagree. You don't have to like how I blog or view things,
for it was never meant for you in the first place. I'm not forcing you to read any of my entries and you are definitely not obligated to follow me. "I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
— The Pact, by Jodi Picoult.