“I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.”

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I dream too much, work too little.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

I am myself. That is not enough.

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.

Love is simply a bundle of feelings that we express, whether to attract, arouse or communicate our thoughts to someone else.

You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?

I know fairytales aren’t real but being with you felt like one.

I love to reinvent myself, and that’s because I am a very free person. I do what I feel, and I love who I am.

People who understand our silence also understand our words. People who understand our silence make us feel most at home.

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.

We feel the sparks as we start to heal.

But so far I have the feeling that the chances are there to repeat last year’s season.