Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

HOW do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, so WHY push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree is WHERE you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway, WHEN did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person WHO lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you - WHAT is perfect.