I wonder why it hurts so bad when you say something mean. Why does it hurt when you say it, but when others say it i don't give a damn?

Sometimes it's like the world is asking me what's wrong but doesn't hang around to listen to the answer.

The days that I don't wear make up, they're the days when I have nothing I want to hide. I don't remember the last day I didn't wear make up.

And she knows that they're growing apart - What scares her is that she doesn't care.

It's the truth that will set us free... but from what? From our happiness, or from our misery?

Love isn't something you can turn on and off. That's why, when people ask me why I still love you.. I don't know what to say. I love you, I can't change that.. But I wish I could.

Some days I'm sure we'll hardly ever speak. But whether we speak once a day, once a month or once a year, i'll always call you my best friend because you're the only one in my life who deserves that title.

It's the feeling of regret when I look at old photos that lets me know that what we had was real and somewhere deep in my heart, I still love you, even though we've both moved on. Do you still love me too?

You make me believe in God, so I'm not afraid to die. You make me believe in others, so I'm not afraid to trust. You made me believe in love, so i'm not afraid of being alone. But most of all you let me believe in me, so i'm not afraid to live.

Never ending tears, choking on my sobs. I'm holding back my screams of anguish, saving you the shock. This is what happens to me everytime you walk away with that hating look on your face.