“Some people would love to have your bad days.”

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.

False hope feels like home.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

There is nothing capable of doing, what your name does to me.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.

Time doesn’t heal all the wounds: it buries them.

When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.

No matter how hard you try, some parts of your soul never stop aching.

I have tried so hard, to even bleed you out of me, and yet somehow you stand still.

If you are not the hero of your story, you need to change it.

Reality breaks hearts, but life is beautiful.

Sometimes you have to forgive people, not for others but for your own sake.

Be careful who you let into your circle. Not everyone deserves to be your friend.

No matter how much you plan your life, it will turn out differently

I like people who can make you laugh without using vulgarity, or bad words.

In every enterprise is no greater evil than bad companionship.

I think my desire to always get better, to always want more, to always be my top critic, and accepting the good and the bad.

Nobody has the right to sit in judgment and decide what’s good or bad for you.

My English is very bad.

Bad as any government may be, it is seldom worse than anarchy.

Be bad, but at least don’t be a liar, a deceiver!

When you’re strong and good, then you’re Bad.