They asked me to describe myself...so I said, I'm fifteen, I have dark green eyes, and I'm in love with a boy, who if you asked him, wouldn't know what color my eyes are.

Just when you thought you'd lost everything, you find out you can lose a little more.

Isn't it funny how they always want to be friends right after they break your heart?

All I want is for you to want me like you used to.

There's only so mych heart in a girl to be broken.

It's hard to answer the question,"what's wrong?" when really nothing's right.

I don't really mind if I'm nothing in your eyes. It's no surprise.

My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortabe with the idea of being lonely for the rest of my life.

There are some hurts you never completely get over. And you think time will diminish their presence, and to a degree...it does. But it still hurts because, well...hurt hurts.

The ones who love us the least are the ones we'll die to please.