Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.

Love what you do, not the love you get for doing it.

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.

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.

I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you