‎.. i sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind ..

i have a habit of falling too hard and falling too fast and getting my hopes up for something i know won't last.


"Eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high stops feeling good and starts to hurt." They say, "if you don't kick the habit until you hit rock bottom." But how do you know when you're there? Because no matter how badly something hurts us, sometimes, letting go hurts even more.

what the hell do we do after what we have is done and over with? To you its lust, but are you aware of how much you actually mean to me? No, you have absolutely no idea because your way to busy playing games with my heart. But ive been in this position a thousand times, ill tell you how it’s going to end. Ill be sitting in my room heartbroken listening to your favourite songs and remembering all the good times. Mean while you’ll be out with your boys & ill just be a part of your past that you will quickly forget. 

no one can find the rewind button, girl. So cradle your head in your hands. And breathe.


No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.  When it's finally here, it's never enough.  And when it's finally gone, it's never coming back.  Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even
though you didn't have something in the first place. I
guess that's what disappointment is; a sense of loss for
something you never had.


It's hard when you don't know what causes your sadness. But it's even harder when you know what makes you happy, yet you can't do anything to have it.


I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware, almost taking my breath away. That was the thing - you never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think its reconciled, accepted - someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again.

The scent of you is bringing back the sweet urge of teenage lust at midnight. The scent of you is crashing down the wall I strove to build up again.


I only wanted you to stay, linger, and mean the words you said. Foolishly I romanticized someone was saving my life for the first time. Ionly wanted you to be there when I opened up my eyes.

The weight of these expectations is enough to knock me to the floor. Give me something tangible; I need more than words laced with double meanings and emotions implied in between the lines.


"Would it be okay to rewrite the ending so that you and I are together? I'm sitting in my underwear, but you're standing by the door, telling me you never wanted this. You never wanted me.


My four walls came down that day. It was a horrible awakening. I learned the meaning of the word hate. I understood what it is like to lose the only thing that ever mattered to me. Simply because I hadn't mattered much at all to him.

“I tell people it’s like being dead. It feels like being a ghost, maybe. You float through your days feeling insubstantial, cut off from warmth, light and all feeling. Sometimes it feels like you’re in a coffin buried alive. You’re screaming inside your head, but no one can hear you.”

Little girl, fifteen, flipping through a magazine says she wants to look that way.. But her hair isn't straight, her body isn't fake and she's always felt overweight. I wish that you could see that beauty is within your heart, you're perfect just the way you are. There could never be a more beautiful you.