Nothing on earth is worse to endure than the pain of being truly alone in this world no matter how many people are physically around you.

My words turn into smoke, that reach up into the sky, soon making stars, far above my empty eyes

I may act like a jerk, I may push you all away with my words, but it's only because my heart can't bear someone walking away again

Too little, too late... Story of my damn life.

I've ruined so many things, I'm like a wrecking ball

My final Bow...

Monday sickness is not true.
but everyday without you...?
feels like everyday i'm in blue.

I want to be happy again.

I'm sorry I came back, I never wanted to make you upset, not again. I love you, but it will never be enough, not anymore.

Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me.