It is a truth universally acknowledged that the moment one area of your life starts going okay, another part of it falls spectacularly to pieces.

I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.

I cut to prove to you that you are not the only one that can hurt me.

I just like playing games with people, I always hope there'll be someone smart enough to see through me but you're all so stupid.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words left unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeated inside my head.

In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.

Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

She's not the kind of girl who likes to tell the world about the way she feels about herself.

I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.