There are 3 kinds of people in this world:

Those who understand, those who try to understand, and those who die trying to understand the meaning of life.

And no one knows which one they are until the day they die...

I use make-up so you can see me crying from far away...

"Although it's been said many times, many ways...

Merry Christmas...

To you..."

"Loving someone is not the same as loving 'the thought' of being in love with someone..."

-revised but not mine-

I have never been in your shoes.

Therefore, I will never understand how much your life stinks.

I know I have to let you go but I love you so much that it hurts...

It's amazing how history repeats itself.

Ever heard of DEJA VOU?

If I told you that I know nothing, then I MUST certainly know something... since I know that I don't know anything. Right?

Death was, is, and always will be a mystery to me.

After all, no one ever came back to explain it all for me.

Did you hear that?

It's the call of the unhappy people, the unloved, the unwanted.

Maybe you weren't listening...