Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

I know I can't stay here forever