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Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?
Maybe crazy is preferable to staying strong when you just want to break down and weep.
Mourning them means forgiving them, something I’ll never do.
wonder if what I did made her hurt as much as she hurt me. Only fair, to trade hurt. But life isn’t fair.
Life isn’t fair, and luck? That is something you create.
I can’t say exactly what He is, or where Heaven might be. But I believe there’s a place there for me.
The hardest part about this religion thing is that every “believer” believes something different.
cut to focus when my brain is racing. I cut to make physical what I feel inside. I cut to see blood because I like it. I don’t like to cut, but I can’t give it up.
Happiness escapes me there, where faces are vague and yesterday seems to come tied up in ribbons of pain.
My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.
“Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment. I wasn’t ready for that moment to end.”
Think how people must have loved each other when all they had was each other.
Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don’t, one blink and they might disappear forever.
“Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can’t be afraid of it, and you can’t worry that you’ll mess things up. You deserve good things,
