I am as an unloved as my works are read.

It amazes me how much I let my mind wander to the clouds. I build up a friendship or a lover. The crash back to reality is almost unbearable.

Breaking down these walls impossible
Because I’ve built them so high that they can never fall
And I cannot let them no matter how desperately
I want to destroy every last brick indefinitely

The hardest thing I ever did perhaps, was confronting the fact that I am not ready to die, regardless of my feeling and how much I want to.

"Marriage is nothing but the door of hell.

You are in a sorry state if you feel sorry for yourself.

You can avoid the rain by finding shelter; you can avoid the cold by wrapping up warm; you can avoid the night by sleeping through it, but some struggles follow you into bed.

Sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for are the ones behind the trigger.

Everything i touch dies.
Everything i speak to lies.
Everything i see leaves.
O, way is this happening to me.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to wake up, with a real smile?