In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.
What's the point in screaming? No ones listening anyway.
I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four am knows all my secrets. Four am is when my dreams die.
Are you running away from something you don't want? Or running away from something you're afraid to want?
Nothing can stop me now because I don't care anymore.
Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space.
Pull the shades - razor blades - you're so tragic. i hate you so but love you more. i'm so elastic - the things you say - games you play.
Don't let yourself become so angry that you stop loving, because one day, you'll wake up from that anger, and the person you love will be gone.
Tired of living and scared of dying.
Sometimes you can cry until there is nothing left wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray all you want to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because it cared.-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Just because some people don't cry, doesn't mean they're not suffering.
I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.