I am the dream…forgotten in the morning

So here's to the broken hearted…

IT ALWAYS MEANS MORE WHEN IT’S GONE

¤Should I Smile Because We're Friends,Or Cry Because Thats All We'll Ever Be?¤

Tears are the words the heart cant say

I dont want someone to be there telling me it'll be ok...i want someone to be there comferting me when it really isnt

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser

Its hard to look in the mirror these days when everyone else is everything you'd rather be

It's so much easier to just tell every1 I [don’t] like him then have to explain all the reasons why I [still do]

It's just one of those days where I just want to disappear, to get away from everything, because I hate my life here.