Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.

No one is you and that is your power.

How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.

Naaah, Fuck this.

Also, I’m angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

It’s been 5 months and I still talk about you like you’re here and you still love me.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.

I’m shy but I will fuck the shit out of you.

It’s sad to think that the majority of my teenage years were spent trying to survive rather than actually living