Loving him is the worst thing I could have done. Hating him is the only thing I couldn't do.

Pretty girls are always the one to get attention.

We are over even before we have even started. And there I was thinking that maybe, just maybe we had something going on. But I guess I was wrong, very wrong.

I am trying to get used to the emptiness without you, with only loneliness for company.

Where is the tomorrow that we once planned together?

I was so naive, thinking that direct confession is most touching.

It hurts damn bad just to see your face and hear your voice.

I thought we can be something more than friends but now we are nothing more than strangers.

Why do girls always go for guys who break their hearts over and over again?

You know something? Your number is the only one I can remember. But turns out that I am just another girl in your long list of contacts.