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

Your absence weighs on my heart and I find it hard to breathe without you

The scars on my arm and wrists are the kisses of life, the very, very cruel kisses.

Beauty lies on the horizon, I see it idling there; the dark, violet, storm clouds rumble and spark... My happily ever after lies within the storm's deceptive yet breathtaking appearance.

*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...