I drink to forget, but I just remember more.

Nothing is ever as we imagine it to be, that's why it hurts so goddamn much when everything falls apart.

GOD! This ache is killing me, I can't erase it and it won't ease up.

Sometimes my mood drops and I can't stop the sobs that wrack my body, nor can I hold my own weight.

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.