I’ve spent so long sitting down here.
[Paper cut my heart in half and discard the evidence when it’s yours]
“I don’t understand French, but if I could,
I would write beautiful songs about horrible things…
because it is said to be the language of love and romance…
and if love didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be any horrible things.
You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something…
You must have a heart in order for it to be broken.
Many people walk in a dream.
They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them.
I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal.
It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking-
once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change.
My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside.
I can knock on his door, but that doesn’t mean he will answer.
And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house
where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day,
just to escape what he does not yet know.”
I hate that reading one status can completely ruin my night
I hate that coming across everything I used to love about my home now makes me feel sick
I hate that you taint everything good in my life
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
Sifting through what seems like endless boxes of our old life and I am quickly realizing that I am no longer the girl I used to be.
And it’s a relief.
I guess I love to spend all my time up in my own brain. Because I can believe the words coming up out of your face.
I know you don’t know what I’m capable of, but in time you’ll taste all the salt in my lungs.
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not.
of a lot.
Some day I’ll be worth it, too.
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun…