All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.

Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. Sometimes it just won't let go

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all