Everyone

Hurt. I’m fucking hurt. And you don’t care, because if you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did.

I hate seeing pictures from when I was little. All I see is a confident and carefree little girl who thought she could take on the world. What happened to the girl?

Ever locked yourself in the bathroom, cried, washed your face, and came back as if nothing happened?

I am the type of person who will sit in the bathroom and cry, but then walk out like nothing ever happened.

The loneliness moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world far apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

I love that word. FOREVER. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

When nobody wakes you up in the morning and nobody waits for you at night, when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness.

Dear parents, I’m a teenager. I’d not get the grades you want me too. I don’t act like you want me to, I get attitude at unexpected times. I don’t talk like you want me too. I don’t listen to the musi

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You can hear the echo of my heart pounding through doors

clear of what I want

or not a sound at all,

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