I'm just another heartbroken pathetic soul in this world of no understanding that's trying to find a purpose in life.

The only reason I don't believe you is because I can still taste him on your lips.

Life is like a bag of Doritoes. Extremely cheesy with nothing perfect in it.

I'm lost in a world that doesn't even know I exist.

Is love a feeling that comes from deep inside your heart, or just your mind finally being content with what you have?

The person you want isn't always the one you need.

Rise like the sun, don't fall like the moon.

Every one needs someone to talk to.

Love is like breathing. Sometimes it gets annoing, but you can't live without it.

What would life be without mistakes?