And I wish so desperately that I could let go, and tell you truthfully "...you're just another face in the crowd," But I can't, and it's destroying me beyond belief.

There are times when I feel so empty and I can't think of one good thing, but then there's those days when everything seems to being going great, even if it's just one thing. They don't come around often.

Now we're older, and growing up faster than ever, nothing seems simple. The simplest of things are the hardest to do, because you know you should be able to...

There was a fire in the city of me, and everything got torn down, blown to hell and fell apart, and I did something I promised myself I'd never do again...I fell with it.

Some days you dream and wish that you could float on, without any fear or worries. Die. But others, they're so perfect, you want to hang on to see if tomorrow could be like it too.

Life doesn't get any better, you just get used to it being this way and it seems like it does.

Time is a strange thing, but it happens everyday, and it's always the same. 1-24 hours, it never changes. It's the person who it spins around that gets messed up.

And you die faster when you realise that you need to be saved, but nobody cares enough to save you.

I can't find a strong enough metaphor or simile or hell even word to describe what I feel inside, right now. Even though it doesn't do it justice, I'll use it anyway. God, this hurts so much.

Who knew something so small and simple could scare one so much? The fact that you're finally noticing you've changed, when everyone's known for a while, and you've stayed oblivious for so long.