Screw the hugs. Screw the kisses. Screw the "I love you"'s. Screw everything I thought I wanted, because all I want now is the best friend I had in you...before.

I stopped cutting for you...but now, I have nothing to stop me. You fixed me, just to break me. So thank you.

Let me tell you who you fell in love with.Someone who cuts.Someone who hates herself. Someone who is anorexic.Someone who is too broken to be fixed.And most of all, someone who can never love you back.Because she loves the one who broke her.

He wants me. I want you. You want her. She wants him.

It's alright, I can't see either. I can't see trough my tears.

I love you. Is that 'important or urgent' enough for me to leave you a message?

You asked me to tell you something to soothe you. and all i could think was 'i love you'. too bad i can never say it to you.

'tell me!'
'tell you what? tell you that i love you? tell you that i hate her? tell you that i cry every night because of you? that i starve myself for you? tell you what?'

I lied, just to I could keep being your friend. Because regardless of how much I love you, I'd rather be your friend than a stranger.

Is it because she's skinny? Is it because she's pretty? Is it because she's easy? What does she have that I don't? Because honey, it's not that she loves you, because she DOESN'T.