I’m so sick of this. I’m sick of you pushing and pulling me. I’m sick of being second, or even third or fourth. I’m sick of the mind games and the love games. I’m sick of always being there when you get bored and I’m sick of being your puppet. But most of all, I’m sick of you.

You tell me that you can’t live without me, that I’m your one desire. But we all know that liquor makes a liar.

Sometimes I just sit and wonder, “How many lives are you supplied with in the game of love? How many chances do you have to find that one?”

I hope that one day you dive into your own shallow, little mind and break your fucking neck.

Unfortunately, real life doesn’t quite work out the way it does in the movies.

I wish I could’ve been the girl who you loved that finally loved you back.

Time passes too quickly when we’re together and too slowly when we’re apart. I never knew that time could change forever, until you stole my heart.

I don’t want to live the rest of my life thinking about you and dreaming of what might have been if we would have stayed together in spite of the miles that separate us. I can’t live my life happily knowing you’re with someone else. That would kill a part of me. What we have is rare. It’s too beautiful to just throw it away. I don’t want it to end this way. I don’t want it to end at all. I can’t force you to stay with me, but no matter what happens in my life, I’ll never forget my time with you.

You self-destructive little girl, pick yourself up, don’t blame the world. So you’ve screwed up but you’re gonna be okay. Now call your boyfriend and apologize. You pushed him pretty far away last night. He really loves you, you just don’t always love yourself.

I’d like to go anywhere with you, anywhere but here.

Bitches talk shit because they think they know me; bitch if I had a dick, you’d be the first to blow me.

For all the lies I’ve tasted, just looking for the truth. For all the dreams I’m chasing, well what am I to do. When everything’s against me, and the answers are all wrong; I’m hoping that I find out it was worth it all along.

We are all someone else when we are alone. When we are alone, we are allowed to dream without limits, to cry till our voices are hoarse, to laugh till we cant breathe anymore. When we are alone we are who we really want to be.

Good judgment comes from experience. Sometimes, experience comes from bad judgment.

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

And nobody knows that I still fall asleep thinking about you.

It seems to me that everyone else is falling in love, where’s my summer fantasy?

The worst part is that they don’t notice. It’s not that they hate you, no. If they did, it would be so much easier. If they did, you could just hate them right back. Only, they don’t. They don’t hate you. They just don’t notice you. You’re just not there to them.

Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish it was different. Wish wishes came true.

Never trust a heart that is so bent it can’t break.

We held hands, our hearts took flight. We wanted to be together, but we knew it just wasn’t right.

Some people can just move on, you know? They mourn and cry and then they’re done with it or at least appear to be. But to me, I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it; I didn’t want to forget it. It wasn’t something that was broken, it was just something that happened. And I’m finding ways, everyday, of working around it. I’m respecting and remembering it, but I’m getting along with my life at the same time.

Old fashioned, classy, girl next door. Looking for a sweetheart who can give her something more.

People change, even the person you thought you knew the most, changes. And even though it hurts to see them go; you have to move on, for the memories are all you have, and things might never be the same.

This is for the ones who held on to something that was never there to begin with.

“Sorry” doesn’t even begin to fix what you destroyed.

Would you like you, if you met you?

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character.. Would you slow down? Or speed up?

I’m afraid to let go because sometimes it feels like I will never experience something that beautiful again.

I always distance myself when people become emotionally close to me. Maybe it’s because I know they’ll end up leaving. They always do.

She is never going to find the right person because she never let go of the wrong one.

I still care. I just don’t show it anymore.

I sit back and watch him love her.

I like the whole fun, party, hanging out kinda thing, but I love the whole taken, he loves me, I’m his girl kinda thing.

It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart.

I always wonder if you’ll ever come chasing after me.

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

Maybe we’re not supposed to be together. Maybe this isn’t supposed to work out. And maybe our relationship is based on lies. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that stop me.

I just wish you’d start the conversation for once.

I can still feel your arms.

All that I know is that I don’t know how to be something you miss.

We all have a story to tell, whether we whisper or yell.

Never imagined we’d end like this.

We meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your life is changed. Forever.

I hate this part right here, I just can’t take your tears.

So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep and I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.

I’m tired of people saying he’s not worth my tears. If he wasn’t worth it, I wouldn’t still be crying. You don’t know it, but that boy changed my world. You’ll never know how much he meant to me.

Instead of holding you, I was holding out. I should’ve let you in, but I let you down. You were the first to give; I was the first to ask. Now I’m in second place, to get a second chance.

Throughout my life, I have always been afraid of losing the people I love. But then, sometimes I wonder, is there anyone out there afraid of losing me?

I’m scared because there’s only one of you.

It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. To find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say “what’s the matter with her?” I know what is feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you and you aren’t sure whether you’re walking towards something, or if you’re just walking away.

She talks about you like you put the stars in the sky.

We wonder why black and white photos capture our soul. I think it’s cause without color, we aren’t drawn to the makeup, and the color of our eyes, or how tan our skin is. Black and white captures the innocence on one’s face and the hurt they’ve gone through to feel vulnerable. The glow we see comes from inside, brightening our eyes, our skin, and our smile.

The pounding of my heart told me what I already knew, I wasn’t going to meet anyone else like you.

You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.

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