I love to write. I love the feeling of describing something, like your taking in the colours and the texture and the sound at a million miles an hour. I love feeling my soul come out through the pen and onto the paper. I love to write.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is accept the fight is over.

You didnt break my heart, just made the fragments a little bit smaller.

Whoever said that happiness is overrated, has obviously never been to my existance.

At the end of yet another meaningless day, the girl takes off her makeup and comes face to face with a girl she barely recognises anymore.

Everytime someone lies to me, I dig my grave a little deeper. Its nearly six foot. I'm nearly there. I'm nearly ready to go.

I think the nightmares in my sleep are terrifying, and then I wake up, and the real nightmare begins.

If someone put a gun to my head at this very second, I would beg them to pull the trigger.

How can so many emotions of sadness, hopelessness, despair, anger, fragility and pain be fitted into one word, depression?