The most painful thing in this world is not losing someone you love so much but losing yourself for the wrong person

Lonely doesn’t begin to explain the depth of my solitude.

You see their pictures on silver screens or in fancy magazines
And think that’s what they look like, all taut skin and no smile lines

It's not that I take myself too seriously, it's that others don't take me seriously enough.

I take umbrage with misery, not least because it seems to relish unburdening itself far more freely at our feet than happiness does.

Life has been a bit unsteady and I have no center gravity to pull me in. One wrong move and I’ll whisk away.

I’d like to get lost in the fantasy of your written words.

I’ve always been here. I always will be. No matter the circumstance, the history, the pain. I’ll be there whenever you need me.

Sometimes the dark seems scary. But it’s a place to unload your demons, your fears, your worries without fear of judgement. And sometimes, you just might find someone who’s also trying to find the light.

I wish I saw more worth in my life because a life without a vision or drive is surely a sad one.