You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

Even though I knew she wasn't going to jump, seeing her standing on the ledge made me realize that I want and need her in my life forever. She challenges me, pushes me, and pisses me off, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

Everyone will hurt you if you let them in.