Not all great works are specific, and not all specific works are great.

Only in death is there the absolute peace of honest silence.

I am only a comtemplation not a certainty.

Live you life to its fullest potential, love what has been given to you and deny not what has become your scars, live for what it's worth and live it well and long.

You will never know who you are until you know where you've come from.

Feel me falling down,
Watch me crumble to the ground.
See my weeping form.

"You can rape my body and rip away my soul. You can beat me and bruise me and tear my flesh to the bone. You can abuse me and hate me, throw me in a cell all alone. Yet know this, I will never give in... You shall not win!"

Speak your mind. Don't let anyone tell you what you can and cannot say. Just tell it like it is, don't hold back.

One day, maybe the world will finally hear the cries and wails of the dying and one day, maybe the world will cry back.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

(my mom tells me this all the time.)