Thank you, finally the truth.

I believe that, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, that I will be ok.

It's the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the doing hard to do.
But you can almost always live with the consequences.

When you cry, it's nothing. It's just the idea of crying.

The only time I wasn't imagining is when I was with you. You, the one part of the real world that I wasn't allergic to.

This man's heart is deficient. He loves, but his love is worth nothing.

The problem is you believe them when they say those things about you.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out, but glad I had them.

I couldn’t believe after all these years you didn’t know me any better than that.

It's weird how you can still love a person, but stop needing them the way you used to