Angel Tears || Demon Smiles

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.

A person doesn’t know true hurt and suffering until they’ve felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

We can’t choose who we love. I wish more than anything, that we could.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how to make it stop.

There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction.

It’s cruel to give hope where none should be. It only turns into disappointment, resentment, rage-all the things that make this life more difficult than it already is.