I have an obsession with quotes because other people are so much better than I am at putting my feeling into words.
I have always wondered who's arms I would run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved. Furthermore, I wonder who would still catch me.
Last year I lost myself; I hit rock bottom.
Intoxicated with my madness, I'm in love with sadness.
The hardest thing is to kill the monster inside you, without killing yourself in the process.
I started laughing, but all I wanted to do was cry.
I pretend it doesn't bother me, but I just want to explode.
I'm in a battle with myself, and the worst part is winning.
I like to look at other peoples' wrists just to make sure they're okay. Then I remember they could be like me, master's at hiding.
I feel like screaming because I don't have anyone to talk to.
Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way.
I have so much to say, but no one listens.
I hope you never see me the way I see myself.