I'm sick of making excuses for you, all I want to do is believe you, but it's time to starting proving yourself.

Whenever I hear or see je t'aime I automatically cry. Because it reminds me that YOU USED to make me happy. But now I'm distressed and running out of excuses for you.

Hope always comes with consequences.

I'm with him. But I'm lost and being hurt every minute I'm with him. But somehow my heart thinks it's worth it. No one else does. Just my stupid heart.

Someone. Please, Reassemble my torn heart. i'm begging you.

Everyone has those dreams,
The ones where you wake up thinking:
I Wish...
But you know it's too far away
To become reality
Yet you can see it in your mind,
Can he?

What I know is Guilt has a way of weighing down on everything you do, But what I don't know is how to get rid of it...