Some fake happiness, some fake sadness and some fake an orgasm.

You mistake tragedy for horror because no one likes true sadness.

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

You have my heart, but I don’t know what you want with it.

May you suffer enough tragedy to gain a vast knowledge and understanding of life.

It’s not that I think you’re a sad person in a sense of you being pathetic, it’s different. I look in your eyes and I see your soul and I know how it feels. The way you kneel and those feelings of despair. All I wanted you to know is that I’m here. Regardless of my presence, you know I can and I will always be there for you.

Hell’s empty because all the demons are in my head.

I’d rather be oblivious and ignorant in regards to him. I don’t want to know if and when he dies because honestly, there’s a chance I will follow him.

It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.