You could trade mistakes for sheep and count me away forever at night.

I've learned to keep myself quiet because talking is of no use if no one listens.
Persuasion is only another word in the dictionary if the persuaded plugs their ears.
Put me down or fix me.

I won't tell you to stay anymore because I know you can't.
I won't cry when you leave because it's not goodbye.
More like see ya later.
Kind of.

I miss walks and no sleep and you.

I have a love/hate relationship with laying in the floor at 4am when I realize I'm losing everything.

My friends aren't really my friends anymore.

It's okay to break down.
It's okay to let yourself go.
It's okay to forget to eat or sleep for days on end.

It's okay. Except it's not.

Letting go isn't worth it and forgetting doesn't fix anything.
Makes things hurt worse, really.

Sometimes I wish I could fast forward through everything that we're gonna go through, but other times I'm glad we have to go through those things.
Because pain lets you know your alive and I don't like feeling dead.Even thought it's easier.

I'd like to think there was a time when I actually gave a fuck, but I can't promise anything.

It's funny how everything- from the dog across the street, stuck out in to rain, to the TV that I don't really watch -makes me know how alone I am.

I guess I've kind of accepted it.

Don't try to argue with manics.
You only waste your breath.

I can't wait to find someone who will always be there.
Never ending.
Never leaving.
Because I need consistency.

I have been deprived of the vitality of it.

Keeping your eye on the clock doesn't make anything but your brain run faster.

The truth about loneliness it never gets better.
It's either there or it's not.

And right now it's in full bloom.