I think people do things all the time in the name of love that they shouldn't be doing - such is the nature of us.

a public persona that might be different from what we truly feel inside... everyone wonders if they are good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, no matter how old they are. It is an archetypical moral dilemma - Do you act like yourself and risk becoming an outcast?

If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.

i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.