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Bye.

The thought of not being with you makes my stomach turn over - my mouth goes dry. I feel dizzy. I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me.

"you're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you.
you know what your problem is? if you never go out on that limb, you're missing a hell of a view."
- Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult

"The sum is always larger than it's parts."

What i don't understand is how you think it's okay to hurt me the way you do. There were days that i couldn't wait to talk to you, or see you. But it's not like you ever cared about me. Because i cared about you, i always did.

"We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did."

but I hate the way you look straight through me.
What have I done that's so wrong?

lesson learned: you can't depend on anybody.

Everybody does stupid things, it shouldn't cost them everything they want in life.

all these "i'm sorry"s and "i miss you"s are unless, i fucked this one up a long time ago.

you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living. cause it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

We'll be strangers. Who were loves.
I'll recover. It's so weird how time goes on.

You must be out of your mind.
This was a simple design.
You fuck it up every time.
How could you leave me behind.

If you could see the you that I see,
When I see you seeing me,
You'll see yourself so differently,
Believe me.

I don't understand where you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head that this world is something that you must impress, because I couldn't care less.

Don't let your fears stray the goal.

so talk about it
at least it makes you feel something inside.

"I still think about him everyday. When I see him, my heart jumps up in my chest. I long for him to talk to me, and whenever he even says hello, I feel a thousand times worse than I did before. I wish he was dead. I wish he still liked me."

My feelings for you, no words can tell... Except maybe, "go to hell."

I've tried to hate you, blame you for all of this, but no matter what I do, in the end I know that I've brought all this hurt upon myself. And it hurts me more knowing that along the way, I've hurt you, too.

"There's someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to be open enough to see it. That's all."

I never want to see you unhappy;
I thought you'd want the same for me.

I can tell by the way you look at me, or rather through me, that I’m not the girl who’s on your mind.

All I wanted was for him to feel like
he couldn't be without me.

"the key to everything is patience. you get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it."

My heart has been beaten and bruised, and I'm pretty fucking confused, and I always expect to lose. If I talk and I laugh too loud, it's because I'm trying to forget that I'm sad, because some things can get pretty bad. But I'd like to believe that somewhere I'll find you going nowhere, and we'll go there together.

This is for the night you realized that it would never happen and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

Eventually, whatever is it that was getting us high stops feeling good and starts to hurt. They say you don't kick the habit until you end up rock bottom. But how do you know when you're there? Because no matter how badly something hurts us, letting go hurts even more.

I can't eat anymore without shoving my hands down my throat. And I refuse to meet the world without smearing makeup on my face. Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time?

If you've never felt your ribs pushing against your skin. If you know when you're next going to eat. If you slept under a roof last night. If you know how to use a computer. If you can see this picture. If you can read these words. If you know someone you can share this with. You have a lot to be thankful for.

"They're not going to want to buy the whole ice cream truck if you're giving out the popsicles for free."

I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when". My aunt would say "Say when" and of course, we never did We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More tequila, more love, more anything. More is better.