A dark room, once filled with so many memories of what we were meant to be.

That beauty of AIM: You can act like the world is perfect, even if you are crying.

Does it ever seem to bother you when all someone ever does is pick at your failures untill all you can do is break down in tears. Only because they decided to be cruel enough to eat away at your already low self esteem.

It's what you don't realize that hurts me.

It's your imperfections that make me fall for you even more.

Confusion: Only four letters long.

(L-O-V-E)

I know all we'll ever be is a heartrendering memory.

After a few heartbreaks I'm not sure i can love anymore. It just seems too hard to.

What's the point in holding on, when all you do is push me away.

She wants to be strong for everyone around her, so noone worries...
But she can't. there's just too much of a burden.