She keeps asking me,"Do you think it hurts when you die?" I thought to myself,"It hurts more to live..."

Here's to teenage romance, and to not knowing why it hurts like hell.

If love is magic, and magic isn't real, then what is love?

Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome...

A single tear is a tradegy. A million deaths is a statistic.

Better never to had met you in my dreams then to wake up and reach for hands that were never there.

Love is like broken glass, it's better just to leave it alone then to hurt yourself trying to put it back together.

There is love and then there is life, loves enemy.

The day you walked away is the day I bled myself dry.

If beauty is pain, then I must be f(#@%!g gorgeous...