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.

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

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

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 believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four am knows all my secrets. Four am is when my dreams die.

Why don't you just sit down, close your eyes and invent your own world? When you were little you did, even with your eyes open.

I can't stop crying... I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying... it's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them.

This isn't a perfect world. People do get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you're ok, when you're falling apart inside. And you try to let go, you try to move on, because you know there's nothing else you could do.

The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?