People aren’t books. You can’t bookmark your favourite pages to return to whenever you’re feeling lonely; when the nights are too cold and you need something familiar to keep you warm, you can’t reopen their spines and wear out their pages and call that obsession love.
I am praying hard for the day that Cancer is just a Zodiac Sign and no longer a Disease...
The problem with surviving? You’re still alive to remember what you survived.
Rude girls are ugly. I don’t care how pretty you are. If your personality is ugly then you’re ugly.
If you think you can walk in and out of my life, just remember, I don’t always stand at the door.
It is quite amazing how two people can read the same book and yet reach different conclusions.
You mostly make a fool of yourself when you try to show you care less to see if they would care for you more, but somehow they just start ignoring you completely.
I hate birthdays, did you know, too many can actually kill you?
How come you never thought to tell people that you’re fragile until after they’ve dropped you?
I write for those that have no voice, for the silent ones who’ve been damaged beyond repair; I write for the broken child within me...
Stop trying so hard to fill my void for I have started loving the way it makes me ache.
Have told so many friends “Don’t worry, New Year will be better!“. I love misguiding people.
Reread your old words to remind yourself how strongly you survived everything which you once thought would break you into pieces.
The difference between a child and an adult getting their haircut is that the child will cry during it. The adult will wait till afterwards.
This world is vacant and you’re profound and that is why you’re sad.
Note to self: If someone can fall asleep knowing you’re crying, knowing you’re hurt or didn’t get home safe, they don’t care for you.
I need very little, but I need that little very much.
I don’t know why I’m so cold and broken up about this but I know the icebergs never meant to hurt the titanic, they were just lonely.
Some people have beautiful gardens inside their hearts, some have graveyards.
Just let go, even stars have to fall sometime.