A person who will cry with me, laugh with me, fight with me, and a person that would be there for me, is my friend.
How many cuts could I count? How many could I place in time and context? I had to admit that I couldn't remember the occasion of almost any of them, their catalysts, whether epic or mundane, completely obscured by time. So many moments of supposedly unendurable pain, now utterly forgotten. u start to think, Maybe I don't need this anymore. Maybe I never did I was trying to get equilibrium from two extremes: either I was so upset that I had to cut myself to relieve it, or I was so numb that I had to cut myself to get back to being there.
You're my pervert, and I'm your nympho.
The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality.
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we just have to go with the flow and just enjoy life.
Just sitting with you and doing nothing is never nothing to me, it is everything to just be with you.
I used to think that if I loved you enough you would realize it and love me back, but I can only love so much for so long.
I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
No matter how far you are, no matter how long I'm gone, you will always be with me. I will see you always as clear as day, for our love knows no boundries and never will, because you see... our hearts are one, and mine is always home.
Someday I'll fly away.
Difficult or easy, pleasant or bitter, you are the same you; I cannot live, with or without you.
Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit.