Our generation is the product of what your generation has done. Don't act surprised.

If hugs could make it better, I would hold you forever.

You cannot perfect an imperfect world.

How many times are you going to beat her, until she realizes how bad you treat her. How many times is she going to cry, until you realize she wants to die. How much blood will have to fall, until she decides to end it all.

Even a broken watch will be right twice a day.

Are all these thoughts mine?

Whenever you wear my sweater you can pretend my arms are holding you.

Tell me something to make me laugh before I cry.

He's not mine, I don't own him. Neither can you, you can't control him.

Depression shouldn't be a fashion statement.