twohundred'three

When I needed you to stand by me,
you blew me off, so I don’t need you anymore.

twohundred'two

One of the worst feelings in the world 
is having to doubt something 
you thought was unquestionable.

twohundred'one

I don't know what it is about you. Maybe it's
the way nothing else matters when we're talking,
or how you make me smile, more than anyone else
has. It could be the way you say the right thing at
exactly the right time. But whatever it is, I just
want you to know that it means everything to me.
I miss you.

twohundred

You see that girl? Yeah, her. She seems so invincible, right? But just touch her and she'll wince. She has secrets and trusts no-one. She's the perfect example of betrayal, because everyone that she ever trusted, broke her.

onehundred'ninetynine

I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of yelling. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I'm tired of missing things. I'm tired of missing people. I'm tired of remembering. I'm tired of wishing I could start all over. I'm tired of not being able to just let go. I'm tired of faking it. I'm tired of being different. I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of needing help. I'm tired of always wondering when God is finally going to let me be happy. Most of all, I'm just tired of being tired.

onehundred'ninetyeight

When people walk away from you, let them walk.
Don't try to talk another person into staying
with you, loving you, calling you, caring for you,
coming to see you, or staying attached to you.
When people can walk away, let them walk.
Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

onehundred'ninetyseven

Why do I care?
That was one of the worst years of my life and I needed my best friend more than ever, and you cut me out because I was honest with you. And you were never ever honest with me.
It hurt. It did, but not anymore because you and me: we're done.

onehundred'ninetysix

It's like everywhere she went she left a trail of damage behind her. Nowhere was safe when she was around, because all she ever did was hurt people, no matter how long she stayed in one place she would end up destroying the hearts of many, causing pain to people and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt so helpless. Useless.

onehundred'ninetyfive

Even though she comes of strong, she still goes to bed crying. She acts like nothing is wrong, when really, she is just good at hiding.

onehundred'ninetyfour

I am empty. I am lonely. I can be surrounded by volumes and volumes of people, just to find that I fit nowhere within their assemblies. I want something to look forward to, someone to look forward to. Instead of distracting myself with games in my mind.

onehundred'ninetythree

Sometimes there's nothing scarier than getting what you
want, because then you truly have something to lose.

onehundred'ninetytwo

I've always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don't want, and I pretend to not want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don't know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.

onehundred'ninetyone

It's getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You've changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn't ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I'm not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything's changed, and I miss the person you used to be.

onehundred'ninety

You don't know how many times I wished that I lived in a book or a film, where everything is planned out for me so that it all turns out okay in the end.

onehundred'eightynine

And that's when I knew I'd said something ugly, something final. Words I couldn't take back, regardless of how much I wanted too. There was no way out for this.

onehundred'eightyeight

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realise that you never really stop missing someone, you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

onehundred'eightyseven

Never bother a girl listening to her iPod. She wants to be alone, not bothered. She's in her own world, where the only thing going through her head is music. A world where worries don't exist. She's tuning the whole "real" world out.

onehundred'eightysix

My thoughts about the world were shaken. Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you – just a tad – off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet, no matter how tightly you grip the wheel, no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much – too tiring – and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy… or whatever… to happen.

onehundred'eightyfive

PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE.
You can change your clothes and your hair. You can apologize a thousand times. You can promise you will and you can promise you won't. But at the end of the day you're still the same person. You can say "lesson learned" but they never should have been a lesson to learn in the first place. Fact of the matter is we're usually hurt by the same person multiple times. Which is why I'm saying, "people never change".

onehundred'eightyfour

Don't give up, okay? I know you've been hurt, I know how it feels. Believe me, I do. But the feeling will pass. The tears will stop falling. Your heart will heal itself. I promise you it will, so hold on. Don't let go, don't lose hope because I promise you'll find someone who will treat you right the way he never did. Someone who will never ever leave you, the way he did. He'll be worth the wait, so hang in there because I love you and I want you to be happy.

onehundred'eightythree

She's memorized the roads,
and all the people she'd rather leave behind.

onehundred'eightytwo

We'll never make another memory,
We'll never make another memory.

onehundred'eightyone

The beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. They belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been, and to where you are now.

onehundred'eighty

As I stand here tonight and look up at the huge sky filled with all those stars I think of you. I think of all the times we were together and I think of the times we looked up at the very same sky. And then I realized how much I miss you. I thought I could get through it. I thought I would be okay. But how can I be? Without you I stand alone in the huge world... I stand alone.

onehundred'seventynine

And sometimes I just can't help but feel that little bit sad. Because it feels like I have wasted so much time, that I have missed out on so much. Sometimes I feel like I'm miles behind everyone else. Because I haven't had enough time as they have. I haven't been given as many opportunities, haven't had enough time with you as they have. Sometimes it feels like I don't even know you still. Not as much as I'd like to anyway.

onehundred'seventyeight

There are certain things in life that are better left unknown.
Things you wish you never asked,
Never heard, and sometimes never felt.

onehundred'seventyseven

It was like falling in a hole, and it keeps getting bigger and bigger. You can't get out, and then all of a sudden it's inside you. It is you, and you're trapped, and it's all over.

onehundred'seventysix

I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed. Because this is like that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you’re still half asleep and everything seems… things are possible, dreams feel true and for that one moment between waking and dreaming anything can be real… and then you open your eyes and the sun hits you and realize – I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed.

onehundred'seventyfive

I love books, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with.

onehundred'seventyfour

I just want to write. Write about absolutely everything. How my heart broke, the nights out with my friends, hell, even what I had for breakfast. Looking back at things, I've changed more than I'd ever imagined. The little things are forgotten and I don't remember how everything changed. It's weird how things pass by without knowing it.

onehundred'seventythree

I sat there,
With a peice of paper and and a pen in my hand.
And realised for the first time that maybe writing has saved me.
It saved me from my worst possible enemy...
Myself.
It has made me understand things about different situations
And it made me realise that no matter how many people I lose in life.
Paper will always listen.

onehundred'seventytwo

If I could hear the echoes from last year, they would join me in accord, because I've been saying the same thing for months now... 
"Things are going to have to change in the morning."