Sometimes I want to break through that barrier-that cowardice of yours-just to yell at you to love me back. But I can't, because right now that barrier is soundproof.

Pinch my cheek, look into my eyes, get irritated, try to hug me and still deny that you love me. If there's one person that could do it all, it would be you.

Can a woman truly be friends with a man whom she loved but who hurt her? Yes, just call her a saint. And if she's still fond of him after all that, call her a fool.

He's searching every corner of the Earth for her, when the one he needs....has always been right there beside him.

She never understood his humour and he's known her for years, but I've always gotten it and I've known him for months. Why does he always choose the wrong door for the grand prize?

He needed to see her almost every night or he'd go crazy...he called that his love for her. I called it his lust for her.

She stole him from me, stole his virginity, stole his soul and his heart. What has she left me? His hollow carcass crying to me about her betrayal.

I want him to get out of his depression, so I suggest that he date girls who have an obvious crush on him. Why do I say this...when I want him for myself? Because he'll never have me as I am.

I've got the key to his heart and I pass it on to other girls, so that they can try to open the door...he won't let me try. But each time, they get hurt by his blunt and crude love and leave him. The wall around his heart grows.

Why is it that when you're looking for love, no guy seems to be interested but when you just want to enjoy your own company and live life for yourself, they flock towards you?!