It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

I hope suffering don't exist.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.

everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?