That’s the thing about death, there is no undoing it.

You act as if I’m talking a bunch of bullshit. If it was, it wouldn’t hurt so much. It hurts so much because it’s true. You know it’s true, otherwise you wouldn’t be crying right now.

He’s like a timid bird, one wrong move and he’ll fly away.

she was perfectly prepared for her own demise.

You can’t heal hurt with hurt. That’s not how it works.

I will spend all of eternity trying to find him, if it means that I can see his face just one last time.

She’s good at small talk, she excels at it, but when you pair up one small talker to two deep ones, it doesn’t work.

I feel like I am in a constant battle with myself. I am being pushed and pulled in two different directions.

I was not chased by ghosts, yet I am haunted

You’re a girl that’s lost. A girl that doesn’t know what to do with herself.