It's the small things that hurt me most. I know more than you think, and that's what drives the dagger into my heart.

That lovely feeling when one of your poems makes someone's day.

The best kind of love is the love that is so beautiful that you and the person you share it with cannot comprehend how magical it is.

I don't know why I feel this way, I just do. You think I like it? Of course I don't. But I can't help it.

Without darkness, there is no light. Without light, I could never see how beautiful you really are.

No.. Nonononono... Dont keep sending me hearts... Please... Please

4 years of loving her has wrecked this heart more than anyone can imagine. "I'm sorry" means nothing.

Why, sir, can you not accept the fact that I like girls and not guys? GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD.

My thoughts:
"Do I know you?... No... Yes?... No... Maybe..."
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"Ohhh, it's you."

My life.

Does making yourself laugh uncontrollably fall under the category of insanity? If it does, I'm screwed.