When I'm on my own it doesn't matter if I cry :[

And always remember that those cracks you see in the sidewalk are simply reminders that you can fall apart no matter how strong you are.

&&every night she cries herself to sleep knowing that *no one* will ever understand why...

I'm the author of my life. Unfortunately I'm writing in pen and cannot erase my mistakes...
Everyone's got a story, and I refuse to end mine now...

I have learned that there are two types of secrets; those we keep from others, and those we keeps from ourselves.

I wanted to tell you EVERY single one of my secrets...but you became one instead.