I live on a little planet called reality, where things like that don't happen.

Our conversations consist of hello and good-bye, and the silence in between saying I love you.

I poured out my heart to you...it evaporated.

I like him so much thatt it hurts to see him hurt me...not because it's me, but because he's not the person I thought he was.

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

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.

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

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

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

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