Theres a beauty in my misery...

I can't do this anymore.

If there is no life without love, then i must be dead.

I'm not a concept. I'm just a fked up girl looking for peace of mind, don't assign me yours.

-Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I'm all about the caffeine nightmares and the sticking plaster dreams...

It is my nightmares and not my dreams, where i find peace, dreams only bring false hope, nightmares feel like home.

I am at my most insightful, when i am underneath the blackest of nights.

In a haze that i cannot recall, i make scars on my arms, that will serve as a reminder of what has been lost.

Pain has become relative, since the blade has become my only friend.

I am forever falling, the fallen, or about to fall, needless to say, the bottom scares me no longer...