fivehundred'sixtysix

About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most people will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... It's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never give up hope.

fivehundred'sixtyfive

Our love was drowning in every evil word we'd ever said. It was enough to kill us both.

fivehundred'sixtyfour

I'm in love alright, with my crazy beautiful life. With the parties, the disasters, with my friends all pretty and plastered.

fivehundred'sixtythree

She felt as though she were failing in practically every area of her life. Lately, happiness seemed distant and unattainable to her as space travel. She hadn't always felt this way. There had been a long period of time during which she remembered being very happy. But things change. People change. Change was always one of the inevitable laws of nature, extracting its toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made, regrets form, and all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from the bed seem almost laborious.

fivehundred'sixtytwo

Every life starts out like a fresh piece of clay; boring, plain, certainly not the best work of art, yet strong and sturdy. Every memory, person, moment, laugh, thought; they're like the hands and tools that shape the clay. When it falls and breaks, and gets dented and out of shape, well that's like our broken hearts, and hard spots in someone's life; but nothing a little time and glue can't fix. Friends are like the colours. They give it beauty, and make you more unique; best of all, the good ones stay on even when you fall apart. And finally, love is like a shiny glaze, that softens the clays tattered surface. It covers even the bare, and unwanted parts of your life. And even though it looks clear, you can still see it shine when you look on the bright side.

fivehundred'sixtyone

I've figured out a way to twist reality.
Just take a ton of drugs and alcohol and never go to sleep.
Buy the saddest movies you've ever seen.
Fill your room with the noise from the screen and put it on repeat.
Push your friends, your family away with all the cruel things you said.
If you need company, you have yourself, the voices in your head.

fivehundred'sixty

When we first started talking, I didn't want to get involved with anyone, heck I didn't even know you. But you were so good to me and you were so easy to talk to and little by little, I found myself falling even harder in love with you.

fivehundred'fiftynine

Have you ever been lying on your bed thinking about him and your body starts to tingle and all of a sudden you want nothing more than to be in his arms?

fivehundred'fiftyeight

You know what? Yes, I have changed. I'm not as nice as I used to be, because I don't want to get used or walked over. I don't trust everyone and tell them my secrets, because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing bitch. I distance myself from people because in the end, they're only going to leave so I'm not going to hurt myself by letting you in. I have changed because I have realised that I'm the only person I can depend on.

fivehundred'fiftyseven

And sometimes when your mind gets going, you just can't seem to get it to stop. It's like never-ending spinning, going around and around, thinking about those things you really don't want to know about yourself. But you just can't get it to stop. The thoughts just clog your mind, your every movement. You can't do anything without thinking. And eventually, you just don't want to think anymore when really - it's all you've got.

fivehundred'fiftysix

I'm telling you, you don't want to fall for me. You don't even want to be with me. I'd make a terrible girlfriend. I'm horrible at keeping in touch with people, I'd forget to call. I change my mind way too much and I love going out with friends, I can't settle. I've fallen in love and had my heart broken, more than once by the same boy. I lost the pieces so don't bother trying to put them back together. You don't want to fall for me... I wouldn't want to put you through that.

fivehundred'fiftyfive

And ultimately, he's going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. That you hate sitting in English class, the middle seat. How you love chocolate, how you can be hyper at times, how certain games and shows make you really happy. How cranky you get when you PMS or when you're tired, how you think you look bad in all your photos on facebook, how music is your life. How you messed up in your past, how you choose to ignore things and lie rather than face them. He's going to know everything about you. And you know what? If you're lucky, he's still going to love you.

fivehundred'fiftyfour

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion of self conclusion in one simplified motion. See, the trick is that you are never supposed to act on it, no matter how unbearable the misery gets.
Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that I feel that I am now underneath.

fivehundred'fiftythree

There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan your cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.

fivehundred'fiftytwo

I am occasionally loveable but for the most part I'm like loving a raincloud.