“It was the weirdest thing ever. I said to myself: why are people always so okay with not having me in their lives?”

I broke my soul trying to mend yours.

The truth can be seen, but it is not believed until it is openly said.

You were my home for so long. Now I realize that humans cannot be homes. If homes can leave, then they are not homes.

My heart aches in corners I did not know existed.

I spent more time getting over you than I spent falling in love with you.

To you, it is much easier to not say a word. To me, I choke on my words if I do not say them. What truly hurts me is that you know that your silence infects a storm in my mind yet you choose it oh so easily.

I may have been successful at giving, but I never know when to stop.

Keep your heart beautiful. The world needs that.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up ir that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

It is your choice to either stay halfway through or to continue your journey once you start it, to reach that destination of the person you know you can be.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

I am no longer defined by what happened to me, but by who I am.

Don’t blame life for what you do. That is so selfish and ignorant on your behalf.

If you love someone, you love them. You don’t allow your pride to stop you from expressing your love to them.

You may be a disaster for a day, a month, or a year. Just don’t be a disaster forever.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

Depression is the absence of hope.

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairy tale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.

Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.