I hope one day to inspire someone with the words I write on this page...
To help them through the difficult times in their life...
To make someone feel they aren't alone...
To maybe change someones life for the better...

But I hope for his sake he never reads this...

Sunday, April 10, 2011

threehundred


A conversation is a risk. A real conversation changes the people who have it. It's about exchanging ideas, considering other opinions, shifting positions. That's why conversations are so difficult: you risk changing yourself, admitting you were wrong, coming to appreciate the other person's perspective.

Friday, April 08, 2011

twohundred'ninetynine



because sometimes, forgetting is easier on the heart.

twohundred'ninetyeight



I love that feeling. You know, the one you get when you take a deep breath and suddenly everything feels like it's going to be okay. When you're hopeless as can be, and life is going nowhere, there's those moments we have every now and then where we just stop, and we get this feeling, that can't be described, but you just.. you just feel like everything really is going to be okay. Like the world stopped spinning for a second, and everything was clear. 


I need more of those moments.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

twohundred'ninetyseven



Memory is an abstract painting. It doesn't present things as how they are, but rather as how they feel.

twohundred'ninetysix



This is the problem with getting 'attached' to someone. When they leave, you just feel lost.

twohundred'ninetyfive


And I wanna believe you when you tell me that it'll be ok, yeah I try to believe you...
but I don't.

twohundred'ninetyfour


I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn't miss that comfortable feeling with a person? 

Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything, and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. 
I can't forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the "remember whens", I remember it all. And it's funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can't get it out of my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. 
But along the way, I learned one good thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

twohundred'ninetythree



So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

twohundred'ninetytwo



I thought I knew you. But I guess it's easier to see what we want than to look for the truth. You think you know me but you don't.

twohundred'ninetyone



Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

twohundred'ninety


It’s not easy, is it? Fighting for something you could have had and wondering if maybe it's already too late.

twohundred'eightynine



I can't promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won't have to face them alone

twohundred'eightyeight


One of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

Friday, April 01, 2011

twohundred'eightyseven



A girl can only handle so much, until she breaks down,
looks away, and says "I can't do this anymore"

twohundred'eightysix



I guess it's because I can't help but to remember everything. I mean, you see somebody and you think about all they've ever said and done. The good and the bad. It all comes back to you, and it feels so right and hurts so bad all at once.