You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt at all for awhile you don't feel anything - death, our reaction to death is sort of like that you don't feel anything at all and then later on you begin to hurt.

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.

I made a choice to finally let go, because I can't stand the pain, it's time for my last tear to fall and smile again.

I cried today... not because I miss you... or even wanted you... but because I realized I'm gonna be all right without you.

I wish he meant it when he kissed me cause then I could look back and see someone who loved me but I can only go back and see someone who used me.

Sad isn't it? How no matter what you do or say to me... when you come running back... when you need me again... I'll be here... right here waiting for you, I'll take you back... no questions asked. Sad isn't it?

I don't know which I would rather believe... that you never did care or that you eventually stopped.

I think its time I let you go... and that is hard to do because part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life.