So I just had to know...why do you keep hurting me like this?

And everytime I say good-bye, I die a little more inside.

The scars on my arms tell a whole different story.

I have this horrible craving for the taste of your lips.

I've come to realize guys are .like drugs, either they'll kill you, or give you the greatest high of your life.

Letting go is, simply put, not anything close to moving on.

When I looked at the stars, they looked away.

I didn't come here to tell you that I can't live without you. I can live without you. I just don't want to.

Screws just fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place.

She's a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her.