What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness
I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.
Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.