I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.

He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.

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

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

Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.

Even a falling star still shines.

My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.