“You say you want variety and yet you are too busy painting all your walls the same color.”

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

I am done apologizing for things I have no need to be sorry for.

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?

I’ll say it again even though I say it all the time whatever is meant to be for me will indeed surely be mine.

I did everything I could to make it work I was casting nets into the ocean and all they were doing was returning back empty.

You ask me questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

We wilted – like weeping willows wallowing wistfully in the wind.

You are not your pain you are pure infinity and a little more.

And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.

Don’t let your soft kind heart be hardened by those who failed to treasure its beauty, beloved.

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their own happiness or satisfaction.

I put myself in the way of things happening, and they happened.

When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.

I always say, keep a diary and someday it’ll keep you.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.