Everything...affects everything

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrownback in my face?Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful. Much,much more painful than the others.

But it's more than a scratch it's a slap in the face and a knife in the back, it's a punch in the stomach because you'd rather believe some made up rumor than what you knew to be true. So tell me Jessica, did you drag yourself to my funeral? And what about you-the rest of you- did you drag yourself to my funeral, and if you did, did you see the scars you left? No, probably not because most of them can't been seen with the naked eye.

Il nous arrive d'avoir des pensées que nous ne comprenons pas nous-même. Des pensées qui n'ont rien de véridique - qui ne représentent pas vraiment ce qu'on ressent - mais qui nous traversent quand même l'esprit parce qu'elle valent le coup d'être étudiées.

Quand une chanson vous fait pleurer, mais que vous n'avez plus envie de pleurer, vous cessez de l'écouter.Mais échapper à soi-même, c'est impossible. On ne peut pas décider de ne plus se voir. De couper le son à l'intérieur de sa tête.

Quand on bousille une partie de la vie de quelqu'un, on bousille sa vie toute entière. Tout...a une influence sur le reste.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.