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“I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw. I’m scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all… I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you.”

-Dirty Dancing

There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.

Sometimes i wish that i had never met you, so i could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

“Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.”

-The Notebook

“I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.”

-The Wizard of Oz

Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.

“And all the while I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.”

-The Titanic

“You can’t change what people are…without destroying who they were.”

-The Butterfly Effect

We walk away from our dreams afraid we may fail, or worse yet, afraid we may succeed.

As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It’s not that we don’t want to, but too much has happened that we just can’t.

I meant to say, “Please stay.” That’s all I could think in my head. But I could feel my lips open and I could hear myself say “Alright. Go then.”

I’m not sure about much and I always struggle to explain the way I feel. I don’t open to anyone and I keep my heart locked away. But somehow you made it leap out of my chest. Somehow you get me to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets. And somehow I might have fallen in love with you.

 

But he would never run away from me, even though he had a million reasons to.

So many people are trying to find the right person, instead of being the right person.

 

I can’t say that I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t and I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not and I know that I will. But I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean, and that from now on, whenever you know deep down that something is going to hurt me, please don’t, just don’t do it.

 

Funny how we can feel so much but cannot say a word. We are screaming inside but can’t be heard.

 

Promise me. That’s all I want. Just a promise that you’ll never forget me. Tell me I changed you somehow, let me know that I had an impact on your life, promise me that you’ll always remember me. Losing you was hard enough, but I don’t want to go on knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.

 

Sometimes we don’t ever move on…it’s kind of like if someone was to dig a huge hole in the street, the first few times you would forget it’s there and fall into it and get injured. But, as time goes on you remember that it’s there and you start reminding yourself to walk around it.

 

I don’t know what to say anymore. My mind runs blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It’s you. You have the effect on me. You walked into my life, and I can’t find a place for you just yet. I’m lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with the things I want to say to you.

 

You’re a teenager. You are far from perfect, yet beautiful. You’re going to fuck up. You’re going to change. You’re going to lose friends. You’re going to gain friends. You’re going to keep friends. You’re going to learn who your true friends are. You’re gonna feel heartbroken. You’re gonna feel dead. Then there are the times you feel so alive. You are absolutely beautiful through all of this. And even though being a teenager is seriously the biggest thing we all have to overcome, we can make it through these years with a smile. Just promise me you’ll try. Because you’re beautiful. And believe it or not, you are worth something. You’re worth the fucking world.

 

I might miss the way you made me feel. But when I say that, I’m forced to think of all the times I spent crying, all the times you yelled at me, shoved me, knocked my confidence. Then suddenly, I don’t miss you too much anymore.

 

The difference between me and her? I can make him smile with my clothes on.

 

I could write novels about pain. Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you’re suffering & they’re not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty & hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage. A pain that bites it’s tongue and nods acceptingly when asked if okay.

 

Life is full of fake people. Before you decide to judge them, make sure you’re not one of them.

Commitment makes me uneasy. I hate the idea that I’m going to be stuck doing the exact same thing every day for the rest of my life. So I just kind of run from the long term in hopes that my life won’t become some monotonous rut. Sure, maybe I’ll miss out on something completely amazing, but at least this way I’ll never get bored.

 

Jealousy is tacky. Instead, admire others beauty and let it inspire you because tearing them down will only show others just how ugly you really are.

 

Haters don’t hate you. They hate themselves because you’re a reflection of what they want to be.

With every guy I’ve liked, I find myself going back to you. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. But somehow I do. I might not always want to, but you’re irresistible to me.

 

I’ve tried to hate you, blame you for all of this, but no matter what I do, in the end I know that I’ve brought all this hurt upon myself. And it hurts me more knowing that along the way, I’ve hurt you, too.

 

Yesterday you were better off than you are today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have.


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