I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

He knows what I'm about to say--he always does. He is my best friend, my soul mate. In a perfect world, full of roses and sunshine we'd be together, but this is full of broken.

People are running to and from class and I just want to yell, Slow down and wait for the world to catch up!

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.