Just forget it, it’s the same old runaround. You build me up just to let me down.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are. 

It's so hard, so hard, when you have lost control. It was never as easy as it was before you and I lost touch. This might sound crazy but I don't know how to let you go. It's hard to keep on fighting when all you know is losing.

It's strange how life works. You want something and you wait and wait, and feel like its taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over, and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

Worry does not keep the bad stuff from happening. It just prevents you from enjoying the good.

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.

I'm sick of pretending to be happy all the time, I'm sick of having to cheer everyone up when I can barely stand getting up in the morning. It just does not seem fair anymore.

You know why he treats you the way he does? Because you throw yourself on the ground and act like a rug he can wipe his feet on.

It's getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You've changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn't ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I'm not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything has changed, and I miss the person you used to be.

You look at me from across the room, with that look on your face. Like something is stopping you from walking those simple steps to me.

Truth is, I get jealous easily because what's mine is mine. I'm stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don't give a fuck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things & probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.

I have tattoos, so I’m a trouble maker. I have curves, so I’m fat. If I wear makeup, I’m fake. If I say what I think, I’m a bitch. If I cry some times, I’m a drama queen. If I have guy friends, I’m a slut. If I stand up for myself, I'm mouthy. Seems like you can’t do anything nowadays without being labeled. So what, go ahead and label me, see if I give a shit. 

I act differently around different people. Mind you, I'm not fake. I just have my own comfort zone. That's why I only can completely be myself when I'm with people I'm comfortable with.

I know what it's like to be so mad, you go into this blind rage and don't even remember what you said or did. I know what it's like to be so heartbroken, you can't even look at yourself in the mirror without bursting into tears. I know what it's like to have so many bad things happen to you,you start to lose faith in everything. However, I also know times of pure joy and happiness. And if I can just keep my mind set on those, I know I'll make it through all of the hard times. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to find the faith I thought I had lost forever.

If I could forget everything, I can honestly say I would, I can't imagine how peaceful it would be to be able to pass you on the street and have no idea who you are.

That's one of the remarkable things about life, it's never so bad that it can't get worse.

Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy: both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

I know how you feel: disappointed, stupid, and foolish. Just when you think he could be everything you ever wanted, he turns out to be someone you never thought he'd be. It hurts to know you let your walls down for nothing.

But if you want to leave, you can. I'll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves.

& I can't keep going on like this, acting like I'm okay. You mean more to me than the world, and baby, I'm not ready to give that up.

I felt like I had to get out of there because I might really care about you. And it scared me so much because that really meant that you could hurt me. And maybe I didn't feel ready to like someone that much.

You're pathetic. You tell every girl exactly what they want to hear just to make sure everyone likes you. But in the end; they all end up hating you.

Sometimes the best way to get someone's attention is to stop giving them yours.

You know how I know I'm not over you? I still wonder what it would be like if you came back.

A real man never stops trying to show a girl he cares about her, even if he already has her.

Thinking too much about what others think of you, ultimately changes what you think of yourself.

Shut up slut; the only test you can pass is the pregnancy one.

The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.

Three months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you that if you really loved someone, you'd let them go. But now I look at you, and I dream about you, and I see that I've been wrong. If you really love someone, I think you have to take them back

The only reason your girlfriend likes your dick is because her mom told her to enjoy the little things in life.

Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night. You are your own worst enemy.

Although I’ve been hurt I still remain strong. You think I have regrets? Well, you’re wrong.

It was one thing to sacrifice yourself for a great cause, but it was another thing to destroy yourself for a person who didn't even want you.