December 21, 2012

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  The most painful love is the love that goes unshown and is disguised as unknown.

  
  
  

  The thing is; I can’t trust anyone. That’s why I always end up alone. I don’t let people in. My heart is a mess, and letting people in would just end up messing their hearts too. I could never forgive myself for that.

  
  

  With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

  
  

  If you could read my mind, then all your doubts would be left behind.

  
  

  One cannot give what one doesn’t have. Love yourself before you love others.

  
  

  I’m the one that has to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.

  
  

  One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

  
  

  You know that feeling when you’re just waiting, waiting to get home into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day, that feeling of both relief and desperation? Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either, and you’re tired, tired of everything, tired of nothing, and you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay, but no one’s going to be there, and you know you have to be strong for yourself because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting, tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else, tired of being strong, and for once, you just want it to be easy, to be simple, to be helped, to be saved, but you know you won’t be, but you’re still hoping and you’re still wishing and you’re still staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.

  
  

  There are two ways to get everyone to hate you. Either do something really wrong, or do something really right.

  
  

  Surround yourself with people you love being yourself with.

  
  

  Too many people go through life running from something that isn’t after them.

  
  

  I don’t want a boy to kiss the ground that I walk on, I don’t need all that. I don’t want a boy to treat me like I’m a princess; none of that shit is real. I just want a boy that’s honest and knows how to be faithful to me. Someone who understands who I am. Some one who understands where I come from. Someone who understands how I feel… someone who understands me.

  
  

  As long as we can see the same sky, breathe the same air, step on the same planet… then you and I aren’t impossible…

  
  

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