“I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.”

Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

It will never be like the way it always was.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Leap and the net will appear.

Great things happen to those who don’t stop believing, trying, learning, and being grateful.

I have no regrets. I find everything happens for a reason and the reason why maybe this is happening is I won’t take BS from anyone. And I think it’s making me stand out on my own and be very independent and fight for what I believe in.

I believe that I will be loved again, in the right way. I know I’m worth it.

You have to believe in yourself when no one else does. That’s what makes you a winner.

That which you most need to find will be found where you least wish to look.

I’ve always believed in the power of makeup to elevate self-love.

Wherefore all these things are but the names which mortals have given, believing them to be true.