So let me get this straight... it's okay when you do something and its a joke, but when I do it its always serious right? Ugh I wish you could just understand me.

Its so hard to talk to you because I never know what your thinking.

The truth is I would talk, but I really have nothing left to say.

You don't understand how unbelieveably scary it is trying to please you.

Why does it always eem that you and I go between some kind of love and hate? One minute it seems right next a big big fight what a confusing state.

I've been there, done that, and I'm never going back.

Don't you think its funny how it all works out?

It bugs me because some people don't realise how lucky they truly are.

All I want, is something to believe in.

I wonder what it would feel like to have someone mention you to God.