So let's play Romeo and Juliet...and fall in love just to die.

When I look into his eyes, I see what I should be, and what I could be, but not who I am.

My life is waking up every day, and forcing myself to smile and be happy for everyone else, because I know if they knew how broken I was, well...it would break them, too.

It's kinda funny how someone lives each and every day of their life, not knowing that their existance is the reason yu live.

Maybe I'm happy. Or maybe you're just not looking.

It's only human nature to hate those we've wronged.

Cry to the wind...your savior shall not come.

Sometimes the hardest things to let go are the things you might not even have had in the first place.

Don't let him get to you, he only wants to see you break.

Saying good-bye isn't the hardest part of breaking up. It's saying hello again the next day, and realizing he isn't the same guy you said good-bye to.