I miss the way she told me I cross her mind like cherry blossoms... I miss the way she used my nickname... I miss the way she said "I love you"

I had to wonder if she truly still loves me when she called me my nickname yesterday... Held my hand... Hugged me hard... Broke my heart all over again as it ached to be able to love her like I did before...

*bows* I appreciate your amusement as I readjust my mask after each and every act. Surely this means I have perfected the art of lying and saying, "I'm fine."

I'm not sorry I left her. Good. One less life to ruin. Less guilt for my conscience.

You think I'm crazy because voices in my head scream at me every minute of every day. But really, they're just whispering all the damage you and everyone else have done to me.

I'm better off hiding with the monsters inside my mind.

I want a girl who I can come home to every night and be enveloped in love and care, but also one who has a feisty side.

No happily ever after, just disaster...

8 people that were my "friends" say I'm a mean person, I guess it's true. I'm done.

Cry me a damn river.