"I don't know which I'd rather believe... that you never did care or that you eventually stopped."

For once, when someone asks me how I'm doing and I tell them I'm fine...I just want them to look at me and say "tell the truth."

At least we can remember pain without having to feel it again.

I guess his intentions were good. He thought that by not answering me, it was letting me down easy. He didn't know it would just make me feel worthless.

I know all about you now. And I hate myself for still wanting you, despite every terrible thing.

A hopeless romantic in a hopeless relationship is destined for heartbreak.

I fervently wish for you to call me, to tell me you suddenly have an answer for me. Just so I can tell you that I don't even care anymore what the answer is.

The irony is that when I fell so hard for you, you didn't even stumble.

I wrote a story about us and in the end, we weren't together. And no matter how many times I rewrote it, the ending never changed.

I hate every breath I take because it shows me that I can still survive without you.