sixhundred'twentyfour

Moving on is a violent process. It means breaking up, burning a bridge between the two of you, and shattering a world you once knew so well.

sixhundred'twentythree

You began to cry; just crying. The deep and ugly kind, the kind you lose yourself in, though you're thanking God that no one has to see how rubbed and blotched your face becomes. Though some detached part of you also wishes there was someone there to see you now, to see and understand just how sad you are at heart. They don't see it, and of course, you would never show them that side of you.

sixhundred'twentytwo

It's time to move on with my life. I've got to stop reading the same page and continue turning the pages. The memories are still locked in my mind, but they're what's stopping me from living my life.

sixhundred'twentyone

When you were young, you'd wonder whether your swing could flip over the metal bar at the top, swing you all the way around and throw you to the ground bruised and broken. When you were a kid, you though it could happen, but you weren't afraid. All grown up; you know it can't happen, but you're filled with fear. You swing slower, instead of pumping for the sky. You don't jump off, you slow yourself to a stop. You'd never fling yourself into air mid-swing, because you're no longer dreaming of flying, you're just worrying about how you're going to land...

sixhundred'twenty

Because when she's not talking to him, she's not happy. And it really sucks and it's really stupid to allow yourself to rely on someone so severely, but she couldn't help it. She told herself, and all her friends, and anybody that cared to ask, that yeah, she was over it. They hadn't talked in a year, but that was okay. So, how come her heart still raced and her stomach still dropped whenever she saw his name?

sixhundred'nineteen

I know you think we can't be together, but can't you respect me enough to let me make my own decision? I know they'll be risks but I want to face them with you. It's wrong that we should be only half alive... Half of ourselves. I love you. So here I am. I have always been standing here, waiting. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?

sixhundred'eighteen

Every now and then, those three little words slip out. No, not "I love you." And no, not "I hate you." But I miss you, and for an instant, I can't stand myself. Because I know you never thought about me half as much as I thought about you. Because I can't stop thinking about you... I can't get you out of my head – from under my skin.

sixhundred'seventeen

I'm not special.
I am not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
I'm the same decaying organic matter as everyone else.

sixhundred'sixteen

She started to isolate herself because it hurt less than being pushed away.

sixhundred'fifteen

I still get chills when I listen to those songs that you mentioned. You proberly think that I have forgotten about you. But no, I still think about you everyday, if not more. You were my first love, or so I thought. No, I don't like, or love you still. I finally go over you, but you taught me so much. And I just wanted to thank you. Those were some of the best months of my life. Don't let any girl tell you that all you are is an arsehole, because you're not. Sure, you have your moments, but don't we all? You're just about the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. And you'll always have a spot in my heart and give me chills whenever I see your name...

sixhundred'fourteen

Take every chance you get. Because honestly no matter where you end up, or who you end up with, it always ends up the way it should be. Your mistakes are what makes you the person you are today. You learn and grow with each choice. Make everything you do worth it. Live your life as if there won't be any tomorrow. Say how you feel, always be you, and be okay with it.

sixhundred'thirteen

What's worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did. Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we have learn over and over and over again...

sixhundred'twelve

The essence of life is not being perfect, impressing people, or succeeding at everything. The essence of life is simply making mistakes and learning from them, surrounding yourself with people that love you when you're being yourself, and getting through the failures so that you can continue improving.

sixhundred'eleven

I wonder if I've been changing in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not, the next question is "Who am I in the world?"

sixhundred'ten

I hate looking at myself and realising that I don't like what I see. I hate looking back at things I did and wondering why I was like that. Every day there's something wrong. Just one small thing that can make me unhappy, even if it's just for a moment. It's like it's not even possible to have a day without one bad feeling.