hopeless romantic but also a realist.

But I do miss when I thought I was loved.

Everything I love, I know I'll lose. Everybody leaves, they always do.

I lost it all with my eyes wide open.

Life has become difficult for me lately. I see that I have begun to understand too much.

"How empty of me to be so full of you."

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

I think if I tell the moon about what you did to me, after waxing poetries of my love for you, sunk in every vein, and every artery, whenever she shone upon me, telling me to stop fawning over a human, they are always meant to leave you, my darling, she'd find you among the millions, and make sure her moonlight never touches your soul.

there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness, i've never been able to separate the two.

sometimes i forget how i got here.  sometimes i forget how much i didn't want to survive.

Life itself is a death—death just takes your breath away, but life—life will bring you to your knees. Death isn't something to be afraid of—life is, life is, life is.

I'm abandoning everything! everything! and that way I wouldn't be abandoned—