Even though my heart is screaming in protest, my brain wins and tries to be rational. Stupid brain.

I hate being wrong about something...

I can't describe in words on how much I hate you.

Everything that you've ever built up will eventually come crashing down on you...

I'm tired of running away from everything.

You don't deserve my tears.

We always get what we like, but it's never what we really want.

Why do I insist on believing in what was never real?

The anger keeps building and building and it seems as if i can never let go...

No matter what you say, the words will never be as important as the words left unspoken.