It's really hard to get through when there's no one near to confide in, and the one's who are here never really understands.

IF STRESSING MYSELF OUT DON'T KILL ME ANYTIME SOON, YOU. FREAKING. WILL. Get that?

No more trying, for you. For anyone. Accept me for this emoshit I've become or get lost. I'm not changing myself for anyone, anymore.

If my existence annoy you like hell, then why can't the hell you leave me alone?!

Not that I wanted to, but I had no choice, because no matter where I turn... I'm always haunted.

It was hard walking through that place... really hard. I kept looking down, cause the moment I looked up, there's always something that will turn on the waterworks.

I guess people just don't see how hard it is for me, to pretend nothing ever happen when there's a million diseased thoughts in my head, trying to force themselves out of my mouth that refused to open up and speak.

She knew all along that curiosity kills the cat. But sadly, the cat didn't die. She did, many times over.

I was wrong to think I was Superman. I was wrong to think I could save the world, change the world, whatever. I WAS WRONG.

I'm very much disappointed in myself, really... to think that I could have change this boy, who is still stuck in his own past while I'm struggling to keep from drowning in mine.