One day, you're gonna look at me and say "wow she was my best friend" And Im going to look at you and think "wow, that was the first boy I ever loved."

I hate how people always say, Move on. Get Over it.
Its happened, its gone, So be happy.
But its never that easy, is it?

Im missing home like no tomorrow,
Having friends to kill the sorrow,
Now stuck in a town so empty,
filled with drug addicts, with no ecstacy.

You see I'm not like other girls, I hate Diamonds.

A wise old man in moskoka once said to me, while I was eating my pouten "Boys are bad." Oh how right he was.

Most people, they love to fight. They love to fight because they love the make up after the fight. But...what if the fight you love, becomes the conclusion you hate? What if he never speaks to you agian?

They say to write the persons name who you love not in a heart but in a circle, because hearts can break, and circles go on forever. But to me, a circle is a defalted ball; give a little kid that, and they'll say its broken.

I hate how you make me feel like a back up plan.

"Why did you decide to kiss me?" he sighed. "Because I don't want to be scared anymore." She replied.