Theres irony, in that love and hate take the same energy...

The sad thing is, even now, if you asked me to jump, i'd still ask how high...

They say love is like magic...but isnt magic just an illusion?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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