The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love is having to wake up.
Don’t trust too much, don’t love too much, don’t care too much because that ‘too much’ will hurt you so much!
There’s still only one person who hasn’t given up on me. God, thank you for loving me.
Theres no point in crying, the tears wont bring you back to me.
Two barrels of tears do not heal a bruise.
I feel crappy inside, like something just broke.
The truth hurts for a little while, but lies hurt for a lifetime.
As I’m trying to make everyone else happy I’m making myself miserable in the process.
I am not just another toy you can play with wen all your other toys are broken.