You will go home and sleep well; I keep sighing in my sleep. Do you ever dream of me?
Our generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
So I'm just thinking about how much I don't want my life to be boring. There is so much I want to do and so many places I want to go - but I don't really think it's ever gonna happen. I just don't wanna be one of those people who work somewhere they hate or live somewhere they don't want to live. But I feel like I'm gonna live here forever and not get a chance to see everything I want to see. I feel like my dreams are to unrealistic.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It is all about dancing in the rain!
They say no man is worth your tears. Boy were they wrong. You cry tears of happiness, sorrow and hope. The man that truly loves you will be the one whos there to wipe them away when they are shed.
I don't understand why I let myself stay with you, after all the lies and all the tears cried. What makes you so ****ing special?
I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'd understand.
She's smiling... but she doesn't mean it. She misses how they use to be... she misses how it was so real how they cared for each other without end but most of all, she misses him always being there and telling her everything will be okay because she need's that now, more then ever. She's sick of feeling like something's missing.
Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.
I miss all the little things. Like him driving with his hand resting on my knee and the way we'd share a big gooey ice cream. But I especially miss the hot nights in those motel rooms when he was all around me, the taste, and the scent and the feel of him. And I'd fall asleep in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat being the last thing I heard before going to sleep. I ache with longing.
Sometimes there are things in our life that aren't meant to stay. Sometimes change may not be what we want. Sometimes change is what we really need. And sometimes saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you'll ever have to do, but sometimes it's saying 'hello again' that breaks you down and makes you the most vulnerable person you'll ever know. Sometimes change is too much to bear, but most of the time change is the only thing saving your life.
I don't want to be number one. Being number one means there is a two and three. I want to be the only one.