Nana: You were supposed to come out of surgery just fine. You were supposed to walk again. You were supposed to live.
Mommy: You said I could be whatever I wanted to be. And that you'd support it. I'm a lesbian. Do you support me being what I want to be?
Logan: "No. I won't tell." Okay. My kid brother... supposed to keep our special secrets.
Julie: Our relationship was going to last forever. Enough said.
Mr. Miller: You didn't have a problem in the beginning with me being bitchy and manipulative. I warned you, didn't I?
Tallie: Sure... We were friends outside of marijuana usage. Suuuurrre....
Daddy: Same as Mommy. But worse... because you call me a dyke to my face.
Jason: Getting married at thirty if neither of us are in a relationship. Oh wait... That's my broken promise. Hmmm...
There's more. Tons more, I'm sure. Amy. Sally. Alli. Family members. Old friends of the past. Myself. Can't forget the most important one, of course. Me, myself, and I. And all my broken promises to me, myself, and I and others. *sigh*