I think what screws with our heads the most is that we all have this perfect picture in our minds of how things are supposed to be.

I knew you'd give up on me..

I thought I could handle this, but I really can't..

I promise there hasn't been a day that I stopped wanting you, and I haven't been able to keep you out of my head since I first met you.

I know people have it worse than I do. I still have troubles of my own and for me, they are a big deal.

Even though I saw it coming, it still really hurts.

You breathe oxygen too?! We have so much in common.

You kill all the caterpillars and complain there are no butterflies.

That feeling you get when you know it's not the same anymore..

I hate this town it's so washed up, and all my friends don't give a fuxk.