But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.

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

You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

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

I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.